Mia

Starboard you wail to me, is this our resting place, terrified across the sea, will we arrive soon, our lives turn to face, wondering if there’s room, aeound us is our equity, auxiliary lights trace, a wind battered humility, no matter what the news, colder stars won't race, our dingey to the dunes, wait for us in eternity, Our Lady keep us safe, in waters of Gethsemane, you who know each fugue, God shall light your face, in our night of fortune, let us hold to pray.