Observer

Like the moon circling around the earth, its a cycle

Mistakenly seen as soft spoken, un-awoken  

Never appreciated my devotion 

When the tides rise I get kicked into the ocean 

They prayed that I’d drown in the commotion 

Who are you to play God, judge and jury 

For so long my vision was blurry 

Blind leading blind, left me weary 

Though I scream out, no one would hear me

Praying the moon would give me grace

Make me the ocean and lift me out of this space

I wasn’t soft spoken, my lungs were filled with water

Nothing in this world would help me get my life in order

Round and round, the pearl in the sky

Praying she’d catch my wish this time

In this world I see corruption

Broken faith and lustful lovin’ 

Nothing in this world could bring me peace

Only God can lower the tides so I can plant my feet 

They’ve fallen too deep to realize why they can’t see

The water has become the air they choose breath

Born in the cycle deep beneath the ocean

Mermaid people, unwilling to change until they’re floating