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Oct 2017
The uncomprehending wind it blows
Across the unforgiving sea
To form the tide that moves and rolls
To take you away from me

The winds of anger, the tides of spite
Cause the sea to roughly churn
Carrying swiftly the ship so​ light
Leaving no safe port in which to turn

These storms caused by our arguments
Lead to tornadoes that sink our boats
Of course that is not our intent
But that's just the way it goes

Sooner or later we must surely drown
Go down to salty, watery graves
Should I like a Captain with my ship go down
Or see if there's anything left to save

Clinging desperately to the debris
Just trying to survive
To see if there's any reason we
Should stay together in our lives
Ian Lewis Copestick
Written by
Ian Lewis Copestick  45/M/Stoke On Trent
(45/M/Stoke On Trent)   
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