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I am solo in this world of water.
Only the tip of a sunrise visible,
Like the morning light in a little girl's eyes.

I crave this freedom,
I find it only in this little ship.
Just my soul,
And this bread and butter.
I am comfortable.

But there is a treason at sea.
...Is it me?

It is a wonder,
Supernatural cover of war,
The dark ones, who eternal
In damnation grow,
Set about me now,
How they whine and crow.

I am solo,
In this world of wet.
And bitter is my temperment.
I close the door to sentiment,
And I relish all my youth.

I realize that I am doomed,
Fear of love, and fear of You.

But You give me the keys to paradise,
It is You who sympathize.
You and Your perfection grow.
I am cradled in Your ocean's through.

I crave your freedom,
In this little ship.
For You alone can
Chart my trip.
And like these waves,
I lose my grip,
And I sink into Your arms.