Fate, how strange and dismal sometimes you seem,
Deep in the night in my unaltered dream.
The same dream appears night after night.
I am out at sea, no land in sight.
Waves riding high, the boat so very small
One ship in sight, too far to hear my call.
With knuckles white, I hold with all my might.
The ship fades from my view in the black of night.
A wrenching wail is heard above the sea.
Was it the wind, or did it come from me?
God help me I plead, for I am filled with dread.
Then I awake, and I am safe in bed.
