All Our Blues

Warriors That's what we are We can make it better and not surrender Till the end we'll fight To stay happy and together Staying positive is the key Let life throw challanges We'll deal with it We'll die with our heads held high Because we are the Warriors  

Sometimes, it feels like I am standing on an abandoned island, living like a solitary soul, gazing at the majestic ocean. Sometimes, the deep feels solace, at times, the blue feels fearsome. I lay my head on the sand bed, feeling peaceful and also lonesome. Often, I fear the daemons coming for me, and I feel powerless. I repeatedly blare for help, but nobody appears to get me. Sometimes, I yearn to go home, at times, the peninsula itself feels like home.