Vow of the Downtrodden
You and I.
We share the same boat.
Smile, light is over the horizon. Rising and falling with each day, but Winter’s kiss doesn’t slay it. Blue lips just delay the warmth, the embrace of knowing there is a reason that makes things bearable.
Let us find that reason together.
You and I.
We'll sail the seven seas until we claim the horizon our own. Bask in the glory of each rise and set. For then we will know, nothing will stop us. We've claimed sanctuary. We've wrapped meaning around our finger.
Let us mend.
You and I.