In the silent calm of the night, a tiny boat,
Became a cradle carrying travelers with scars all over their bodies.
The pain displayed on your sleeping face is there to keep others away,
As you head on aimlessly, further and further north.
I thought we’d joined hands, but yours began to slip away,
As if you never really believed you could ever be loved in the first place.
You’re always lost, like you have no home to return to,
Yelling for someone to save you, but sad when they don’t;
Saying, “I’m all alone…”
But I won’t let you say those words.
Your heart wavers day by day while the evening rain seeps through,
Running over your scars, as if washing your past away.
The rope you thought you’d tied came undone,
As if there was never really a way to stop that boat in the first place.
You’re always lost, like you have no home to return to,
Yelling for someone to seek you out, but no one hears your cries.
Rolled up in a ball as you wait,
Saying, “I’m all alone…”
You’re always wandering, unable to yell any longer,
Merely walking through the darkness,
Saying, “That’s how I’ve always lived my life, all alone…”
But I won’t let you say those words any longer.
Your resolve to keep a strong face is just a facade floating on the water,
As if you had always been able to take flight in the first place.
No one is really ever able to go back home,
Though they may yell out for someone to find them,
Everyone is lonely, their cries unheard, rolled up in a ball as they wait all alone.
Always wandering, upon a wave with no destination,
This boat merely floats along.
That’s how we’ll go on living, now that it’s the two of us,
Though never knowing where we’re headed.
I’ll always be your side; even when you can’t hold back your tears,
I’ll be a light illuminating the darkness.
You’ve come this far living like this,
And I want to be your Polaris.