They Said A Storm Was Coming

For one hundred days

We set sail without

As much as one distraction

But it seems that I have sank

Because of my past actions

And mistakes that I have made

And attempts to evade all

The consequences now

Being washed away

Washed away…

They said a storm was coming and

"You'll be washed away!"

Maybe now I'll be made clean

While I bathe in your seas

As I seek out all the dreams

That I once had

Of a life already lived

Of a gift already given

That was taken from me far too soon

Halt! Where is your security now

When you begged for a lifeline

And were thrown an anchor instead?

And, has the smallest grain of

Sand traveled up the hourglass?

Or, has the sun ever set

In the east for you

Or any other man?

Face forward

Swim towards the surface

And look ahead to the life

On the new horizon

There was never any way

Of going back to the old world

With any sort of victory

Or good tidings of new discovery

Fortune never favored me

And the oceans were never big enough

To hold all of our iniquities

And secrets in its clear, blue embrace

I will ascend from the bottom

To be born again