Ive sufferd shipwreck,much in my journey, harsh tides symbolise,hard times,burning. Im yearning, finding my faith inside philosiphy, trying to decipher lifes deep trigonomitry, i star gaze holding marks of question, take lifes harsh hands and try to digest them, im armed for the quest, never rest my sword, god...If u exist come and bless me lord.. Cos my guides arnt giving me an inch to work with, exposed to the things that are out to hurt me. I wake up in the morning, feeling dread for the day ahead, feeling like my heart doesnt obey my head...