Life is a sinking ship
We poke our own holes.
We look to the sky above
to not lose control.
And through it all
the storm must be braved.
In the end I'll pray
that I am worthy to be saved.
We poke our own holes.
We look to the sky above
to not lose control.
And through it all
the storm must be braved.
In the end I'll pray
that I am worthy to be saved.