Call me BEAR

[laniibear]

I have no harbor,
Not even a shore.
I row and row without a paddle;
My arms and legs are sore.
My body is my vessel.
It's ravaged by the waves.
There is a destination
But the ocean's marked with graves.
I really cannot swim
But I've got a lot of heart.
Though the odds be stacked against me
I race to finish what I start.
My mates have all jumped ship,
Or they use me as a buoy,
Pulling me in four directions
So I'm never really moving.
And all the time I'm praying
God will calm the storm;
Though I know He guides me
I just can't take it any more.
You were to be my harbor,
My first mate, my lighthouse.
But when our seas began to toss
Your waves beat me about.
I just barely have my bearings,
Though I know to what I'm destined,
But the shape that I'll hit shore in
Is now the bigger question.