The Harbour Master
There is so little compassion, these days
I could sink into a washed-out haze
Marked by Tears on faded Greys
When all we are, is Martyrs
Caught up in some long, lost cause
When once we Dreamed, upon these Stars
Why does it always seem so far?
This Journey of mere Mortals
Have no fear, Dear wounded Child
I know it seems to have been a while
But Love’s returned, and upon you smiles
Cast your fears into the flame
How does it end, this Tale we tell
With our own Lives, until the Bell
Of the Harbor Master calls us Home
It’s come time to draw near
Be the best, that you can be
Cuz you bring out The Best in Me
Together, maybe we’ll be set Free
When the Harbour Master calls
~ david ~