You have an itch in your heart,
But you won't even attempt to scratch it,
Your heart is a huge series of broken dams,
With thick, black water flooding your hopes,
Drowning your emotions and pulling you,
Deep within its currents,
The water fills your nostrils,
Filling you with doubts,
And you don't even attempt to break the surface,
And I am the little lifeboat,
Waiting to carry you downstream,
To a canal full of your spilled tears,
Don't be afraid to cry of my shoulder,
Because in the end,
I'll row this boat,
Gently down the stream,
Merrily, merrily, merrily down,
where you can catch back up to your dreams,
