Fabricated smiles, uneasy conversations.
A youthful heart, an ancient soul.
Ship me off on cedar vessels,
like British children in foreign colonies.
Invisible, impoverished, ignored.
Don't disregard I'm here.
Overseas, aching, I'm here.
On the deck of a rustic embankment.
Gazing at wind-blown sails,
Watching redundant oars fold a tranquil sea,
into furrowed, wrinkled blankets.
Disturbing slumbers of gentle creatures.
A youthful heart, an ancient soul.
Find refuge, somber storms are waiting.