The Real.

Two ships pass in the distance during the night.
We're like those passing ships.
Beautiful on the outside, pure chaos on the inside.

We don't always have all the answers nor can we always say all the right things.
But there's love involved or something reminiscent.

Hearing me cry out your name.
Everything falls and slips away.
Silence is my best friend.

Things seem less crazy at times and I realize just how much life is around me.
It's all so captivating but so easy to miss out on.

So I thank the stars in the sky.
Thank the seas for always waving goodbye.
Thank the breeze as it holds me tight.
And I thank the earth as I fall back upon it.

You can't always have darkness when there's a hint of light.
You can't always fight the destiny set forth before you.
Just give and let love be.