The ships of friends' have set to sea,
Perhaps again I'll never see.
But I'll bear the burden, be the beacon,
And guide them home when they've been beaten.
Moored to port, my fettered freedom,
I watch the pass of every season.
I sit alone, now stone at heart,
Count the days at morn, and mourn at dark.
They're lost at sea, no...lost to me,
I loosed my grasp and set them free.
I knew full well the future held,
No hope for me when ships set sail.