Sometimes water is thicker than blood
And womb mates are only mere spectators
The ones watching you melting away
Their hands akimbo as you face your limbo
With silent cries of distress wailling in within
Looking for a helping hand to swim you through
Against your tides they see undulating everyday

Sometimes the distant ones are the true relatives
And unfamiliar strangers are the saviours
From troubles of the heart knawing you down
They will come to you and pick you in your ruins
Just to show you how it feels to be loved
Instilling in you a feeling of a beautiful belief
That you are not alone in your inaudible howls