Broken Ocean

When your hearts been broken those pieces float endlessly like trash in the ocean,
Slowly you collect them to put it back together
And then someone comes in like bad weather,
They rock your boat and you can’t swim,
You end up falling over for them.
You try to guard your heart as best you can
But your drowning, your pieces are in their hands.
You have to trust and open up
Sometimes they can put the pieces back and sew you up
And the storm that came was just rain
And it was them who washed away all your pain.