In sleep I beseech my kin
Guide me
You are my compass
Aboard this craft
Hold me
You are my comfort
Within this trial
Lead me
Onto sweeter plains
Heavy with hope
In sleep I find my succour
I exhume my nerve
I recover patience
And rise again
Dauntless, to sail on
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