Xime

Near a candle at the flame, or on this ship by tide, hope marks all our days, each sea green evening, is a race to wonder why, swear what we want to be, Orphanages can't brush away, as the schooner creaks and sighs, what we feel as stain, try to banish that deceit, don't waste time crying, the soul's not ours to keep, birds sing with yellow names, the landfall looms in sight, we cheer and shout OK, you won't need trains, when love passes by, freight arrives to better places, praise upon our lives.