The Sea Beckons
Somewhere there is a cruel god laughing,
I stare out the window
At the bellowing storm
My watery doom I’ll embrace.
Somewhere I hear the angels crying,
Watching my pain
And hearing my prayers
Making a place there for me.
Won’t be long until my fire is dying,
I say my goodbyes
As I tremble in fear
But at least I’ll be buried at sea.
And the winds rage with a howl from beyond
They’ve come here to carry me Home,
And the waves tear at the sides of my boat
Welcoming me into their foam.