They say things come in threes
In chaos we seek order when we're young
Some find comfort in synchronicity
Others find comfort flung from others' tongues
Individual truths hold the keys
Finding them is vital to breaking through
Some have locked away our monstrosities
These caged beasts no longer serve you
Voyages from reality to reverie
We all deserve some time away.
We all remember being lost at sea
Trying to keep our thoughts at bay
Overwhelmed by all the possibilities
We hope to find ourselves again
Guided by the same sky we all see
We hoist hopeful sails to catch the wind
Faith they will take us there eventually
We long to see the shore.
Our futures are an inevitability
We are all survivors in this war.
