"Sinking Ships"

My Ships set sail, For your rescue. Armies arise in your defense. To you I surrendered, My hands in the air, But for me, you would not cross a puddle, Unless I first built a bridge. You were my whole ocean, To you I was a mere drop in the sea. What hurts me even more, Is that I've treated others, With your same cruelty, So I forgive you. Not because you deserve it, Nobody does, But if I hold on any longer, My head may not belong to my shoulders. My will is not my own. The sun has shone, I see you as someone, I could never know. Like a bird, away you flew For if I had always gotten what I wanted, I would still have you, My hurting hands begin to heal, As my ships sink, These words become real.