At Sea
Josh Madine
Now find we all at sea,
short a compass, suddenly
Out on the water, far from home,
wandering further to the unknown
Call out to escort us, call out to me.
Call out to support us, call out to me.
Now find we ill at ease,
less a rudder, drawn on the breeze
Charting a course not travelled before,
wondering when we'll find the shore.
Call out to escort us, call out to me.
Call out to support us, call out to me.
Now find we cast adrift,
fearful were the tides to shift
Gathering closer to stave off the cold,
heartened to have each other to hold.
Call out to escort us, call out to support us, call out to me.