SHALLOW WATERS
Drowning in calm storms, as the planes fly by
They will be alright flares in their hands
Windless seas scare more than rising waves
Crashing down in full pushing the outcasts on
But in the calm, the deserted drown
As they raise their hands to sky
In vain pleading with the flare in hand
Unable to pull the trigger to fire away
In fear of receiving the help that is near
In fear of being perceived as vain or insincere
Just another scare, in a sea filled with the impaired
So, they drown in the shallow water
Victims to a storm that never came but was consistently there