Blood Brothers

The waves came one day and swept me up, up off of my feet; that's all it took. They came quickly and pulled me far, far-far out to sea. Bruised and battered by its beatings and blows I no longer knew which way I came, which way was down and which way was up. All that was once familiar no longer stood still. Panting and bleeding, I called for anyone who would hear. Treading and treading I saw you heading closely near. You rowed quickly, confidently and without fear. Cutting through the waves hot like the flames, this humble vessel became more and more clear, a steady hand you reached out and said, "Grab hold, you'll be safe here." You pulled me up, dried me off and took me to shore, walked, talked and bled with me each step of the way, back to my hearts front door.

Thanks for bleeding with me brother.