Razors cross across our face,
Chained to the desire to be clean;
To relive floating towards emptiness,
The water never cooperated
Hands cross our hearts
Of hopes crossing our tides.
Those looking for openness freezing;
Who could save such hopeless souls?
Never again, the ship sunk below the surface,
Thought the unsinkable banners meant forever
They never meant a word that was said,
Would we break looking for the sea?
Be it the waves that push us together
Free from the lights searching for our lost souls;
And again we laid upon a broken bed of needles
We fought to hold in our blood,
Lied about never being dead,
About ever facing needles to turn our canvas;
Our lighthouse felt the water kissing its facade,
Bleeding out from our hearts;
Hearts that were never quite fixed