I worked at sea once upon a boat,
Shipping boxes and crates to towns afloat,
I saw the rough seas and the calmer wind,
The lazy waves on the harbor's chin.
I heard the waves crash on the keel of the deck,
No more can it take, for then it will wreck,
Both my dreams and hopes of a voyage profound,
The salt the sinner, seeping unbound.
The sailors sing to lure the shore,
A song of sadness, but something more,
Haunts them as the waves go by,
Their drifting blood on the tide too high.
And as the sails soar up to the sky,
Their fluttering only dispersed by,
The roar of the ocean, quelling all else,
Its wretched rise ringing warning bells.
And until we saw the hazy lines,
Of hills ahead with narrow pines,
Their peaks adorned with sprinkled snow,
We wished our vessel could faster row.
With the water's force, a ship could sink,
Filling the salty soup up to the brink,
Afraid of this, we pray to know,
What lies ahead, not fathoms below.
