At times we feel trapped and stuck in moments of difficulty we cannot get out of… |
A storm is raging on the frothy sea Mountainous waves toss the vessel to and fro The ravaging Nor'easter wind impales with a deafening blow Raucous salty sheets of spray soak and dampen all around A bucket bails the raged sloop She moans and groans as she’s flung about A sailor sails. A sailor endlessly bails Alone in the perfect storm Two oars are manned on the stormy seas The halyard torn and ripped from mast To row and bail is an impossible feat It’s hard to tell when you’ve sprung a fateful leak The captain mans the forlorn skiff Traditions sink down with the ship His furious soul laments life’s toil As violent waves crash the gunnels hold He screamed out loud, “My time has come!” “My ship is sinking, her broken keel shall not be found!” The rampart boat, well fortified yet built to fail Plummets from hills of water pitifully tall Cracks are leaking where the lurid light gets in But so does the water, will drowning soon begin? Lost hope floats the helpless, fearless, one man crew His soul now guides his ship A vessel drifts lifeless on the empty calming sea Nothing but it can be seen for miles of skies The free board is deep the salty water high Two apathetic oars both silent, is a lost soul inside? |