With innocence and shame in balance,
You lived your life in pretense,
Claiming games and cheers filled your days,
Instead of escaping in different ways.
Then a safe harbor came into view,
And you decided to embark anew.
Finally, a happy ending felt near,
Where skies and smiles were real and clear.
But the rain fell and storms ravaged on
As you tried to press the voyage along.
Your anchor turned out to be weak,
Now you are drowning in the deep.
From the hopeless abyss,
A nail-pierced hand surfaced,
Reaching out to the defeated sailor
Who had given up the will to moor.
And suddenly, the rage cleared—
The destination was here,
Where it all began,
The moment that you ran.
