The Sinking Ship

Today I was thinking
My ship was sinking
I could see no hope
Came an invisible rope

And the second I touched it
Things got little better
And later when I thought it
My eyes got wetter

The bird inside
Wants to kiss the sky
But the man is shy
And I cannot figure why

The man is like a clock
It changes itself it tries to walk
But after not so long
It comes where it belongs

And they push him hard
No one is there to guard
That delicate part
It's hurt so bad
And it gets so mad
That he hurts himself
But he can't stand that

Tomorrow I'll be thinking
My ship won't be sinking
The weather might be clear
But still I'll drop tears