For one hundred days We set sail without As much as one distraction But it seems that I have sank Because of my past actions And mistakes that I have made And attempts to evade all The consequences now Being washed away
Washed away… They said a storm was coming and “You’ll be washed away!”
Maybe now I’ll be made clean While I bathe in your seas As I seek out all the dreams That I once had Of a life already lived Of a gift already given That was taken from me far too soon
Halt! Where is your security now When you begged for a lifeline And were thrown an anchor instead? And, has the smallest grain of Sand traveled up the hourglass? Or, has the sun ever set In the east for you Or any other man?
Face forward Swim towards the surface And look ahead to the life On the new horizon There was never any way Of going back to the old world With any sort of victory Or good tidings of new discovery
Fortune never favored me And the oceans were never big enough To hold all of our iniquities And secrets in its clear, blue embrace