Beau

Since you've been away, there’s nothing left to do, but each night pray, gone on your fishing boat, see your face in whirlpools, act like a dreary one, spooked by each new day, surrounded by the blue, why can't you stay, always provide the hope, even when no need to, help me with the loans, the sea is turning grey, waves are rife with spume, please help me to say, I'm not good alone, you were never cruel, heave your lobster cones, come back soon.