Seven years ago
I got on this boat
Not knowing where
It would lead me.
But here we are,
With wounds and scars.
Still struggling to float,
And lost at sea.
So many storms have had my head,
Capsizing, shipwrecked,
And breathing air that's soaking wet.
No wonder I curse like a god-damned sailor.
I've got all the stories but no anchor.
2002 • Survival Is For Cowards
2002 • Blessed/Cursed
2002 • Survival Is For Cowards
2002 • Survival Is For Cowards
2002 • Survival Is For Cowards
2002 • Survival Is For Cowards
2002 • Survival Is For Cowards
2002 • Blessed/Cursed
2002 • Survival Is For Cowards
2002 • Survival Is For Cowards
2002 • Survival Is For Cowards
2000 • Moving Mountains