There is a Voice
To the sea it calls me
Back to the wreck
Back to the sea
The littered shore
Flotsam far and wide
The Cove is full
From the pull of the tide
Sinking in the bay
Leaving me here
A last castaway
Lost to the bay
Pulling me near
I'm cast away
There is a Light
Beacon of choked youth
Signal Fire
Cutting through the haze
Light on the wreck
The cracked hull sinking mast
Disappears to the depths of the past