Lost Beyond the oceans

If a pen could describe the storm in my heart,

then I would not be so much trouble.

If tears could bring an end to my worries,

I would cry my eyes out.

If I recruited a painter,

he could not capture the darkness that fills my chest.

Even the sharpest, newest lens

could not frame the fire that burns my soul.

For within me lies sorrow,

a worry no man can share;

as the horizon of the sea remains unseen,

so does the depth of the trouble in my heart.