Part 2

As the broken pieces of my shipwreck gathers itself around you,

I ask but one thing, set my spirit free.

You see, it's trapped in a glass bottle that my precious whiskey once held,

I finished off what was left and poured myself in.

Now I see the ocean through rose colored glasses,

Although, I'm not sure of what I'm seeing.

The waves let me float adrift as they stretch out their arms,

They long to touch but crash swiftly before reaching one another.

I see the driftwood of my beautiful ship that I once called home,

We were landlocked before a mighty hand plucked us out to sea again,

But I had been sleeping with the oars across my chest.

I dreamt of the land I once called home and felt nothing but the dry heat of the sun,

I woke with a start as the sea sprayed me with a polite gesture back to consciousness.

The once calm waters soon took to anger and crashed us upon the rocks, my rowboat and I,

I grabbed on to one of the few pieces of my old friend and waited for land on the horizon.

Now my spirit just tosses and turns lives in the past,

I have no qualms with the dark sea.

Just remember, as the broken rowboat gathers 'round,

Keep an eye out for that bottle and send me into peace.