The glass was full; a heady mix of labour, love and rearing
He drank from it he sailed the ship and knew where it was heading.
The potent brew kept spirits high and eyes upon the horizon
With swelling seas, a threatening sky and no-one to rely on.
The storms came in and shook his faith, but he ploughed on regardless
Mislaid the way, lost sail, made new and hoped that he could harness
A kindly wind, a clearer sky, and strength within to reach the shore
To give that future strength and courage he'd been hoping for.

Put down the sails and drain the glass. that journey's at its end.
This new one takes a different path: that crystal glass needs cleaning.
In harbour now: no roles to play. You've time to spend
On seeing clear, through spotless glass and searching for some meaning.