Leave your worries by the shoreline, and run your bare feet through the sand.
Let the water be a soft bed when you cannot bear to stand, make friends with flying seagulls, and hold the sun up on your palm.
Before you duck beneath the water, where the world is mute and calm, tell the fishes all of your problems as they all come swimming past.
When your lungs are close to bursting, swim above the waves and gasp.
Let the water hold your sadness, and wash it right out to sea.
So like a message in a bottle, all your worries are set free.
The sea might make you feel alone, but the world has troubles too;
For how else do you suppose that the ocean got so blue? - eh.