A soul and mind tired from thinking to much,
A real smile in the horizon, but not close enough to touch.
Being tortured by trying to show what no one knows,
Never being happy, but always so close.
Fighting seems pointless, she won't win anyway,
Nothing can make her really want to face another day.
Finally being able to feel, but never what is right,
Also knowing these feelings are ones she cannot fight.
Cannons bouldering in the distance, lives being taken,
Journeys beginning and finished, oceans across shaken.
Walking around in what seems like the whole wide world,
There stands the raging pirates perfect little girl.
Walking around like a puppet in a dress,
Being there only for beauty, etiquette, to impress.
No one sees beyond what the offers of her looks,
All the fascinating stuff she learned from reading a thousand books.
Compliments being directed to her body as a girl,
But she needs more, she needs it all, all the love in the world.
No one to tell her darkest secrets, the ones hidden in a box,
A cold heart shattered into a million little rocks.
Just looking for a reason to make the smile less fake,
Find something real that will never leave her, never break.
Holding on to a hope that's shattered, lost in the breeze,
No more reasons to look for this so called blissful peace.
Sails being lifted with the wind and the crew,
Her wandering around asking herself "who the hell are you?"
Looking forward, looking back, in a quest for this so called golden smile,
Something that can make her frown upside down once in a while.
Every morning and every night, she looks out to the sea,
"Take my hand, happiness, sail away with me".
Being born into strength, and still being so weak,
So many prays she never dared to speak.
A smile in the horizon, the hope of it waiting near,
Soothing her darkest dream, pleasing her darkest fear.
Wandering pointless every day, singing the pirates song,
Always looking at the horizon, to find a place to belong.
