We sail the seas like our boats are built to withstand,
the tidal energy of poseidon’s hand,
the body of water stretching from land to land,
and yet when the seas swell and the storms rage,
on the other side lies stillness and awe,
these seas are rough; known to sink,
the boats of many
who tried to turn and run,
so don’t you run,
not from pressure
nor from the blade or gun,
don’t you know that it is so,
that those who survive turn pain into,
love.
