Freya Two

These waters groan, they whisper your name, our ship sails alone, don't know what to do, a brilliant stain, covers the crew, can we ever atone, what’s sought in your name, especially at war, how ungainly the ruin, that presages disgrace, brings us to face you, the love that has flown, we study the waste, in this troubled home, the sea is lemon blue, your face drained, nothing more is new, whatever has gone, help us stay sane, humour or truth, we turn to the flame.