The Journey

Waters to forever
Black to keep me sane
Tide-line's time-lost; never
Would I pray to stop the rain

They say two small coins are
All you need to save
To cross that darkest ocean
With the tallest frigid waves

The screaming, lost in anger
Skulls made crude through hate
Self-love taken over
All smashed against the gate

So give your shoes and shelter
Give your harvest too
You'll need them all for later
When that river moves for you