We Were Young

Washed up from a life of constant movement. Towards the shore we move with hearts filled with hopeful aspirations, but when the the angry neighbors tossed our vessel as if it were a tonka toy, we fell overboard into a frightful abyss. Towards the sunlight we find ourselves struggling to stay afloat, but when heavy clouds consumed the sky, we no longer had our heading. Once...Twice...Three times the waves collapse around us; salt in the wounds that were tore in the confusion, red eyes from unwelcomed water. Now is the time to relax; ride the current until it releases its mighty grip, the shore will soon approach.