Sometimes,
You aren’t enough.
The storm rages,
The waves grow rough.
You pilot your ship,
As best you can,
But then you slip
And run aground.
Sometimes,
You feel so free,
Like you could do anything.
You could be anything you wanted to be.
You open your sails, unafraid,
And sail away.
Sometimes,
You’re all alone.
No crew to assist you,
No port to call home.
The swells seem infinite,
Cold and blue.
Your ideas seem finite
When the endless possibilities
Are suddenly lonely.
Constantly
There is a force, guiding you on
Call it love, call it God
It will never blow wrong
It will steer you home
Wherever home can be found
So don’t give up hope,
Because like a ship out at sea
You’ll never be deserted
Even if you can’t see.