Adrift
Silence lingers above my head
The man that's lost at sea; afloat
And underneath are fish not fed
All staring at my makeshift boat
I never knew exactly how
A piece of wood could feel so safe
For not even the toughest bow
Has saved me from this constant strafe
I guess I must be grateful, then
For still to live is such a gift
Yet Sea has claimed the roughest men
And I'm a weak one set adrift
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