Many a wave have washed my face,
As over the rocky surface I race
The salty tang from the sea touches my tongue,
Or maybe salty from the cry my heart has rung
Push me down the storm may, it's mighty power strong,
But down under the water, I will not stay for long
More often than not, I have been fooled and led stray,
By a fallow light, which turned out to be darker than the darkest day
But no matter how rough the sea, or how sharp be its lash,
Through it all my boat will sail, sometimes careful, often rash
Till now I have sailed on this sea, and sailed all alone I know,
And today I awake to see, a hundred helping hands to row
Not a word, not a peep, never need anything said,
They hold me steady, they hold me strong, simply there to guide me ahead
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