Perhaps I am aboard a ship
And so the swaying in my brain is not so strange
But this tired vessel creaks
And empty rooms, and empty decks,
and miles of rolling seas lie in between
Where I am and where I thought I’d be
Might they venture back for me?
To see me?
(and see my silent tears)
To hear me?
(and listen to my fears)
To know me?
(and know I still have hopes and dreams to tend)
They could help me take the helm
and sail this thing to shore
To where I’ll feel the salty sand
between my toes once more