Like an Ahab's Pequod upon the briny deep Ahoy, said I, to all who hear my call. When finding naught the one who guides my way Like Ahab's quest to find his demon fear Ahoy, said I, ahoy and sail to port Come hither, cried I, eyes lifted to the clouds.
sail I in search of love so sweet and pure
that all is sacrificed, that all is found
this heart of mine to long endure
the test of time e're eternal sleep.
The heart cries out to find a safe harbor
to all that's lost at such a cost
before I sleep down in yonder arbor
on hands and knees before the mast I crawl.
I search the earth to fill that void within.
That all is lost, yet still I carry on
across the meadows and deep into the glen.
Will this be the dawning of that bright day?
I rend my soul in loneliness despair.
The journey tires me, yet I cannot sleep
so to my journey I once again repair
in search of love that would I hold so dear.
on wings of air that guide my destiny
until the end when time will surely tell
if love I sought has found its rest in me
or if I'm dashed upon the rocks of last resort.
I come in search for that which makes us sure.
The weight of the world upon me ever bears,
no longer do I strive my soul to endure.
But wrap me, bind me, seal me in thy shrouds.
Ahoy, said I, to all who hear my call.
When finding naught the one who guides my way
Like Ahab's quest to find his demon fear
Ahoy, said I, ahoy and sail to port
Come hither, cried I, eyes lifted to the clouds.
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