The Clouds that blow, and waves that roll, bring fear to the wind swept vessel.
The struggle to survive is strong , the fight seems never ending,
Like the wearied sparrow lost in flight, I search for some Kind shelter.
With eyes that fade from sharp to bleak, and as will turns to surrender,
The day’s far spent, dark night draws near, with only memories to remember.
When in the distance I sense a haven, it’s shelter beckons with desire.
With one last ounce of strength I fight to reach the shores so tender
I cannot go another mile, the sea will not surrender.
But in you arms , as the sun goes down,…. I know …..I’ve become the victor