A broken soul
As cold as coal
Someone's striking at the hull
The boat's beginning to stall.

Lost at sea
With nothing to see
Feeling all alone
Without any sense of hope.

No sense of comfort
Unsure of how to triumph
This growing cold
That afflicts this poor soul

But alas,
A ship comes at last
Filled with souls of the same past
They arrive in such a mass.

"We're here to help," they say
But the soul will not leave today
The soul is scared
Unwilling to give a chance fair.

"Don't be scared," they say.
"You're not alone," they say.
Do they know the pain?
Do they know the way?

Do they take the poor soul
Into a world unknown?
Do they trick the poor soul
To going to another ship alone?

"We will protect you," they say.
"We promise," they seem to know the way.
But seeming and knowing are two different things
Are they to be trusted?

They look like the souls who abandoned the poor soul before
But they act with sincerity
They are unbeknownst to the poor soul
Yet they come with a sort of protection.

"I'll come with you," the poor soul says.
"But I am scared."
"Do not fear," they reply.
"We are here."

As the poor soul grabs the accompanying hand
The sun begins to rise
"Maybe," she says,
"My world doesn't have to be so dark after all."