Turn of the Tide

[Ape]

We were so graceful
we sailed so gently
life was great
joy was plenty

The seas so calm
the skies so clear
relaxed we drift
no need to steer

Now it storms
every day
nonstop barrage
nonstop pain

Skies now black
bolts are thrown
in the sea
all alone

Now we struggle
to make ends meet
i give up
i accept defeat



Yea, really short, i know

Meh, i think i write better when i'm more depressed. This one is somewhat old, i just never posted it.