the waves are splashing
our ships are crashing
I am not sure when our feet can touch the floor,
nevertheless when we'll reach the shore.

we were smoothing sailing
now were barely holding the railing
the sun rose over sand and gave me the key to my locks,
but I lost it in the water when we fell atop sharp rocks.

we fell with a soft touch
and all we're left with is not much.
drowning was always a chance but somehow I knew you could save
me from the side effect of these rough waves.

do seas always come with rough water every time?
the rungs never have seemed this hard to climb.
the light up ahead seems dimmer with every sin,
with every waking minute getting harder to live in.

if the world were flat and the sea were dry,
maybe this death wish would fly away in the sky.
but yet I have you to love for by the day,
Love and compassion will show me the way.