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
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