He struggles against the storm,
the waves high above his boat,
He prays for calm.
He seeks desperately for the coast.
 
What harbour would shelter him?
He, who in the midst of his thunder,
brings disaster to the port, on
the merciless waves of his maelstrom.
 
He cannot give his all to somebody
while the boat beneath him lists
and wildly dives between
the peaks and troughs of undulating waves.
 
But fate is a cruel sea, upon which
each man is tossed.
He needs the comfort of a warm safe dock,
the tender lights of a tranquil harbour.
 
But lost in his bitter storm,
he sails on; hoping for rescue,
hoping for calm.
Hoping for a saviour;
to keep him safe, to keep him warm