Oh how I wish I wasn’t me,
Buta glorious master of the sea,
Whose sails  have caught a steady wind
but I've dropped anchor
for I have sinned



Judgement now must soon be cast,
Much longer here I may not last,
As sky and sea start to encroach
Clouds build and gather
In dark reproach.

I turn my gaze at human kind
So much to love in them I find.
Deftly around the rocks they steer
Helping the ones that stray too near.

As do the souls that pass me by,
they fear my death and so they try;
They do not know, they cannot see
The anchor’s lodged in the soul of me