Tied to the pier
Over the calm yet turbulent waters
Tied to the pier is me
A small rowboat
Bobbing under the dark skies
Clouds so dark, ready to burst out
Angry with my master
Wishing to set myself free
Free, to row over the waters
To join other rowboats in the middle of water
But may be trusting my master would be a better idea
He shall row me sometime after the skies have poured down
Lightning has touched the lake, brightening the sky and water beneath
Yeah! I guess trusting the master would be better
For, the Master knows the best!
