2011-10-22 - bewareye
Like sailors once stranded
unchartered
disbanded
we gathered what salvage we could
lit fires by night with our wood
and hoped for the day
such winds blew our way
that a rescue ship might do us good
but day after day
and night after night
our hopeful survey
turned up nothing in sight
so we fought off despair
with desire and prayer
every morning we hoped
every nightfall we coped
but our eyes never stopped looking out
and our hearts would not give in to doubt
that some day our ship would come in
for to bring us back home once again...
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