the waves crashing down are a terrible thing but the sounds on the shore where the little birds sing can be all that i need to keep going despite all the troubles surviving the ocean at night

i want to keep going; i cannot concede to the violence within causing me to recede

i know that i can’t always gain what i seek but i know not how to escape from such a bleak and foreboding dismay of ideas in my mind and the fairy tale ending that’s so hard to find

the journey itself is a battle it seems but there’s hope in my heart to fulfill all my dreams

and i think that i must not sink further below

this struggle is real and i can still feel the undertow

but i will go on