Hope

One good turn deserves another

And a gift deserves a gift

Dancing full circle in the arms of a love

Seeking for the perfect grift

Times are changing with the tides

The waves come in, wash out the rough

You want to come along for the ride

A good heart just ain't good enough

Gone to ground, while the world keeps grinding

Smashed about like a ship in a storm

The sails are tattered and the ropes unwinding

Howl at the moon, wet and forlorn

Going down to drown as the waves crash higher

Daughters of Ran, raise up your horns

There's gold in our belts and our mad desire

Distilled in boiled blood, always free born

Cast away on driftwood, clinging to life

Bloodshot eyes in salt soaked men

Gladly we came and paid this price

And gladly we'd do it all over again

Though we drown or be rescued

Mourned or forgotten

We lived, loved, and feuded

As if we had the courage of ten

The ocean called, screams in my ear

As dawn rises above my dreams

A bitter cold caress, sour taste of fear

Glaze in my eyes an oily sheen

As I blink and return to a waking trance

Hanging about at the end of my rope

Let the fates quibble and wyrds web dance

I still breathe, and I still have hope