All of life fighting against the undertow
We brave seafarers, our sore kindling
Reaching for each other as fates collide
It is hard to reckon comfort, when she flees
with such regular bewitchment
Still, we endeavour, the swish of oars searching shore
O for safe harbor, to know less fear, nor the terrible weight of error
Echoing through our souls, as sudden storm will rattle even thickest glass.