Each one sails a bit of soul
As the tides of the lords of industry flow
Win or perish as you sink or row
Reality dictates who must go
At mercy's start or knowing and slow
It and all will fade or grow
Plans and action require change
Like a tall ships ocean range
Miracles blooming left and right
Blossoms holding to the light
Perennials all inside the cage
Toasting each survival stage
If of prayer we are to ponder
May you please know love and wonder
As long as we are gifted goals
Pray Industrious lords rise
Worthy of tides
And
Sailing for their souls
-Hermit King-
