Spring Tides

You fall and you fall, eventually you get up.

It hurts like hell but brings you to life.

I didn't see this coming the end of all that was.

Just lived the lie that what brings you rest cannot

hurt you. It was summer and I hoped for more

than the rut this place brings. All I got was

emptiness that still haunts me. I lost a part of

me and I lost my way but the pictures stayed

to follow me to bed. What I'll see tonight I won't

see ever again.

There is no lighthouse or landmarks to guide me

through. Your stories they are beautiful but they

won't bring me back. There is no route written

that I can take or someone that I can follow. Your

stories they are beautiful but these troubled waters

I have to cross alone.

I try to hang on to the things that I know I used to,

used to care for and the people that I know that I

love. It goes some of the time but sometimes life

just treats you too hard. When they find your body

drifting to land at least you tried to find your way

back home.