Behind blue curtains lies a sailor that misses his mom,
A sailor who hasn’t seen her son in months.
Behind blue curtains lies a broken hearted husband,
A woman who just lost her father and couldn’t say goodbye,
An apprentice who feels frustrated
And a specialist that’s fighting depression.
Behind blue curtains lies a sailor who’s mom has forgotten her face due to illness.

There lingers that lost in space feeling,
Like floating numb into the abyss.
Feeling surprisingly different every day, not necessarily in the good way.
Behind blue curtains there are bursts of empathy, rage and sadness, all at the same time
And it doesn’t makes sense. It doesn’t makes sense at all.
Behind blue curtains there’s a sailor that wants to give up but keeps on fighting
Who keeps it all in and silently hates it
And cries hopelessly into the darkness.

Behind blue curtains the “Was it a good decision to leave for this” question arises
And “Would it really be worth it in the end?” pops in too.
Behind blue curtains it is remembered someone talked about sacrifice once
But failed to mentioned it might feel like a part of yourself is dying every day.
Truth is they didn’t forecast that behind blue curtains would lie a sailor who’s no longer the same person it was yesterday.