"Harbor away my guilt, oh please.
I'm folding my hands and on my knees,
But if you can't, then through the trees
I go so that I may meet the seas."

"Harbor away my guilt!" I cry.
I fold my hands as body lie
on dampened pillow with dark sky
illuminating its bluish dye.

"Harbor away my guilt!" They hear,
Yet plenty scared to dare come near.
They fear that they may commandeer
The privacy of the man in tears.

"Harbor away my guilt," He wrote.
He put on his suit and then his coat.
He walked through the trees, those saddened oaks,
And became one with the sinking boats...