Doubt can be a bitter gust
In wars to save the sails
No act of man can calm a storm
Tis fate decides who fails
I only know that if we rest
The rolling sea has won
So carry on in faith my lads
That we shall see the sun
Let not our fears divide us
Set your nets amid the pain
Pray and work the harvest
Shooting smiles at the rain
The ship we've built is worthy
Though these waves will take a toll
Pull against Poseidon
As the prize may be your soul
If in fact we loose the fight
Let no hand fail the test
These oceans cruel take many
Tis the heavens hold the best
-Hermit King-
