Lost In Neverland

You say that I am drifting and you know I need a place to settle. I am lost in time; Vikings settle here, I have nothing to offer, no beer, no boat. Farther away I find a peaceful place, but my will could be taken and put in a treacherous hazard. Running with no shoes like these natives do, I step on stones and sticks and my pain is deep and bloody. Can I drift to where I am safe, no, I cannot, I am a lost soul with no home and no life to find during my bumpy travels. So I sit and wait but nobody comes for me, no family, no friends, just lost for eternity until the next ship passes and picks me up in time and circumstance. I am found and it is beautiful, oh Titanic, take me home…