The Crossing
The Crossing
I peer through the mist
To a horizon out of reach
And long for an island
With a sandy white beach
I’ve been on this ocean
For many long years
With its currents and its swells
And so many tears
But just when I think
A coast should appear
The witch rears her head
Adrift again so I fear
Please give me a harbor
That protects me from strife
And mellows these seas
From the crossing we call life
I peer through the mist
To a horizon out of reach
And long for an island
With a sandy white beach
I’ve been on this ocean
For many long years
With its currents and its swells
And so many tears
But just when I think
A coast should appear
The witch rears her head
Adrift again so I fear
Please give me a harbor
That protects me from strife
And mellows these seas
From the crossing we call life
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