Xena

Show us at our best, find a sail to make us thrill, our flight to change address, if there’s more to caress, battered nights leave us still, fix our weathered compass, a raging thirst we can't refresh, a map, some salt, make us kill, a hope we can’t assess, let us struggle past duress, face each wave and rill, send us back if we regress, by flame or water to confess, devoured by men and kids, can we pass the test, hope that soon we’ll be set, where you eat your fill, settled in the inventive West, ringing open all the tills.