All At Sea

Oh how I wish I wasn’t me, Buta glorious master of the sea, Whose sails have caught a steady wind but I've dropped anchor for I have sinned Judgement now must soon be cast, Much longer here I may not last, As sky and sea start to encroach Clouds build and gather In dark reproach. I turn my gaze at human kind So much to love in them I find. Deftly around the rocks they steer Helping the ones that stray too near. As do the souls that pass me by, they fear my death and so they try; They do not know, they cannot see The anchor’s lodged in the soul of me