Tis vision draws it closer upon sight-
Now for each man to set his tired eyes so weak,
Upon treacherous evil, well contained fright,
Bellowing waves the call of names, Seek!
Tis huge white capped graves-
Rock both man and angry sea,
A feverish calm greets each in dark days,
Steer us through to calm waters to scream, Free!
Stormy gales howl ‘round til night steals day-
Hide ears from her sounds while fright finds you,
Darkness looms bright, in a ghostly way.
Blinded between terror and depths of, Blue!
Eternity passes ‘til morn and gentle sun-
Souls lay broken and torn, doomed by night,
Quiet guides the ship, weary speaks no one.
May we find safety in shores of glistening, White!
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