Lost at sea in a hollowed-out tree,
we float out further chasing the light.
Back and fourth, waves hit you and me
as the things we’ve seen leave our sight.
Picking up speed, we push towards tomorrow
hoping that we can make it past,
The effort put in leaves no sorrow
while the time we’re given doesn’t last.
Inch by inch, our speed only goes up
leaving no time to wade in the water.
Now feeling like a half-empty cup,
the sunshine faded but I wasn’t bothered.
I’m in a friend’s ship and I hold on tightly
as we share the same quest.
The storm is here, oh boy, is it frightening
but we sail on through and give it our best.
The friend’s ship rocked day after day
but pushed through the times of struggle.
The ship never sank and I’m here to say
that a friend’s ship saved me from trouble.