I’m slowly starting to sink, I’m trying to keep afloat. I’m trying to hold on tight, to ride the waves in this lonely boat. But these broken paddles are hard to hold when they keep on cracking. And with every crack, and every crease my grip starts slipping. The paddles cracked, and my life vest is made of lead. And this boat has a gaping hole that’s rushing water in. The waves have gotten rowdy, and my balance I can’t keep. I will go down with this ship if I have to, into the darkness of the deep.
~heart & soul~
Thoughts of a Wandering Heart 