Reeling, swaying upon the ocean’s knees
Like a child bounced upon a mother’s lap
The wind once kind and fair in its caress
Cackles in sardonic bemusedment at our lot
Ah, that rain ’twas not it sweet once ago?
A sky once dreamy blue, filled with sun’s hues
Cannot see it anymore, gone, gone for another.
Down, the ship falls from mountain's height
Hurled like lightning from the sky, cast down!
Twas this plane e'er tumultuous and shattered once ago?
The wind! How it rages, catching all thought away
Half blind with tears of another, is that a man overboard?
Yelling, despair and a cold wind’s laugh is all to hear.
Pumps grind in brittle, fragile groaning of heavy labor
Hands marred with blood from endless yanking on sodden rope
Oh hellish night, ceaseless fright, who is to divine salvation?
He shall come, footfalls are traced upon these waters
A word, yes! a word, all shall dissipate, a fairer ocean to find
Waiting for belgard man to stagger in, the sun is there
A land for rest and a man that welcomes all that seek.
Captain, blest thy hands to steer the ship thither hence