I notice the rush of white water on the sand,
the calm of the boat on the sea,
I hope to drift back to land.
It is all beautiful to me,
The waves lapping around the hull,
the calm of the boat on the sea.
In the sky soars a gull,
as the clouds scurry by,
the waves lap around the hull.
The sun is low in the sky,
the water reflects blood red,
as the clouds scurry by.
I stand in awe but hit my head,
I stumble and fall from our ship,
the water reflects blood red.
The boat rocks and dips,
I notice the rush of white water on the sand,
I stumble and fall from our ship,
I hope to drift back to land.
