Against the tide
It wasn't a choice
Being lost on this big mess
On the rest of this shipwreck
Rowing, in the darkness
All I want now is put my feet on the ground
Even it takes so long, there is still a reason!
There isn't a map to sail on this ocean's problems
Being vulnerable and lost is sorta sentence
The cloouds cover the stars which show the direction!
There's a need to rise higher than this
If you wanna have a good sight, a good sight!
I can't see anything on horizons
Only mirages of a crises
And the fear of being over in the deep
Makes me go against the tide
I replace the desavantage for motivation
Coexistence, of hope and remote chances
Parallels of lies and truth
Started by a storm
There isn't a map to sail on this ocean's problems
There isn't a map to sail on this ocean's problems
There isn't a map to sail on this ocean's problems
There isn't a map to sail on this ocean's problems
