We were tied to the oar,

Many miles from sight of shore;

The ship wallowing in miserable waters

As the dank sea split the hull and poured right in.

So fast, so violent, so unexpected;

Like a shot to the chin.

The ship tore apart

While the sea took its heart;

And the oar wasn't much but we grabbed it.

Drifting, drowning, holding on for life;

A poor ships counterfeit.

We floated for years,

Fighting the weight of all our tears;

Each drop lost in an endless ocean.

Floating, heaving, chained fast to our oar;

A lullaby of relentless motion

Leading us gently to the shore.