S.Y.O.S

Every once and a while
A ship will sail near

They seem to see me stranded
But they are not looking close enough
There is no S.O.S pressed into the sand
I thank God for the waters that put me here
No, I sit here for you

Every once and a while I hear them coming
The helicopters hovering
Superficial saviors
That confuse my warnings for whimpers

Overhead they can see it clear
The letter everyone has missed
Why God will thank me later for being here
S.Y.O.S

Every once and a while
Someone will wash upon my shores
Call themselves rescue
Realize they now need rescuing themselves

All claim to see my ‘S.O.S’
But if my life here is so uncivilized
Why are they the ones who can’t read?
Thank God for the waters that put you here
For I sit here for you

For a while they will remain with me
Try to convince me with their lifeboat schemes
Finally, they will ask me why
There is a Y in my S.O.S
How will we ever be saved now?
Exactly I respond

Save your own soul