An Anchor Is Useless Without the Ocean Floor...

...and so I saw the light.
It came from a note that you wrote
that washed up in the form of a bottle.
It read, I know your will is lost
and your faiths been tried,
but there is refuge in your brother's arms.

You can't sail a raft that's made of stone,
besides the tides have already sank
back towards the moon.
But the sun reveals that you can use the rock
to build a home.

What is it in the wind that makes us move?
And if it didn't could we learn to on our own?
Would we find our way to help, or turn around,
If shadows didn't make a compass on the ground?

Love broke through and calmed the sea and storm

I towed the wreck to higher land.
I lift my anchor from the sand.
I lay my bones out on the beach,
and let them wash away.
The boat that brought me here alone,
was caught up in the undertow,
and the hands that taught this boy to fish,
couldn't teach him how to swim.
Nor I, could teach you to raise the sail, and come for me,
and direct your compass towards my reach.
Grip, take hold of me or sink into the charcoal sea.