Be There

I hold you tight my love, across the violent sea. They've gone to certain hell, sunk like a wounded ship that rang its final bell while lightning from above struck all the free. Monsoons of salty tears make up new waterfalls, you mourn a precious life and pray that, as it nears you'll have the iron balls to play abandoned wife and talk to me. I ask no sweet return nothing in gold, but when the Gods adjourn I'm there to hold that soft and fragrant you in endless time, that promised sky is blue so let us climb. No tree would be too tall too hard no task. If there is need to fall I'll be your mask.