Cacophonous waves smash the ever-breaking sides of the boat
And there is nothing but doom on th' horizon

Rain soaks the faces of men and women as the ocean rocks us ever so turbulently
Not letting go of the new wooden toy, she's found in her hands

The sails give way
The ship cracks and creaks
As water pours into the, now, frail frame that was once, long ago, so strong.

There's nothing but peace among the peoples; however, and this so delicately contrasts the violence surrounding.

Gripping crosses, Bibles, family, Love.

Love and Peace surround the peoples with rain soaked faces
There's light in the distance
And no one feels cold
There's light in the distance
"It is well with my soul."