Shipwrecked from Lower by Wishing Well

Our hearts drift out to sea as we are forced to trust the wind and the waves over logical understanding
Our ancestors of old told us that the voices in our head are a direct derivative of a lack of faith a lack of praise and a lack of tithe in the offering plate
So they sent us out in boats without oars to face the storm that’s coming forth

It’s raining it’s pouring and we’re all drowning.

Our ship is tormented by the wind’s dance with the water
Our bones grow cold as we lose hope in the hull and sails we built with our hands
And our hearts yearn the sight of dry land
We’re lost at sea like driftwood as we start to believe there’s no mercy for people like me
Is there mercy for people like me?

Our minds we tried to fix become anchors to a sinking ship
They take us the bottom of the ocean where we sit and reflect without our breath to reassure us we can do this on our own
Drownings seems so inevitable
It’s time to cut the chains that go from our brains to the church’s idea of sanity
It’s time to cut the chains before this water becomes poison to our lungs.

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