While the boat is sinking,
No shadow of terror beholds my eyes.
It is the sweet scent of my own flesh and blood
My inner most hearted gift, a radiance which no dark can deny
A hope of ever-growing emotion, a never-ending sea of passion.
Tests of time bare their marks; wars gone by show their scars.
Like the rocking boat that carries me, so am I ascended.
The crude diamond whose flaws you try to amend
So did I only to the find the flaws being my own.
Feeling the sharp edge and so uncertain it grabbed my hand
Attaching to my heart becoming a part of me
So I watch the sea wave away. I know I hold your hand.
A smile doesn’t fade, so together we ascend.