From wisdom's years to younger ears, a story often told.

Of lovers who have plans to crew a vessel strong and bold.

All hands on deck for the final check - ensure the course is sound.

Best plans are laid as the winds blow trade and sunny skies abound.

Great fortune to be found.

The ship sails forth and is pointed North, with star to be the guide.

As waves grow strong they struggle on, high hopes to stem the tide.

But little pains lead to driving rains and promises delayed.

For gales will howl and ropes sure to foul - only strength enough to pray

the ship will find it's way.

The wounds may mend at the journey's end, but all hope's lost at sea.

It's some years on and the trade wind gone - few scraps on which to feed.

But so it's said "every crust of bread bears hope within the grain,"

by candle light in the dead of night would our course look the same?

Would faith in us remain?

Words and Music by Resonance

©2007