If my eyes could write the sea
  would it be stilled after the cannonball roar of your
shattering  arctic breeze?

If my hands could tame your waves
with a light that craves your name
  will you show me how to sing
    the burdens off of me?

If my burn reflects the sun
   and seagulls cry my name
would you listen to my pleas
as the entire world will swallow me?

If my eyes could write the sea
and the storm roll over me
would she still remember
  how her hand once set us free?

If my silence could ever speak
  and reflect what I truly mean
will mercy hold a warm room
           meant  for me?

When the sunset cannot be caged
  and visions bloom through sea
will the promise of your return
set every person free?

When darkness stains my tears
and crew is lost at sea
as the Captain navigates in doubt:
  
Do you promise to visit me?

If my eyes could write the sea
  and my love return your breeze
would you remember to sail
the holy mystic three?

When the Captain is completely beat and the madness
of the waves  retreat-

The Angels of the sea will appear
to mend his broken feet.