Tired Little Souls

Tired little souls working in, working out,
Never do they have time to life live-out.

Sleepy and lonely, are their fragile eyes,
Searching for some reason, in the skies.

When the skies rain down, and ground succumb to cloud,
Torrential waters will drown all calls in the crowd.

Splashing in the sea, hoping for your saviour,
You're dead in the water, no matter your behaviour.