Behold! These are the things that I can fear
Suspicions, separtions truly part
My heart from those who seem to be so near
When we were drifting distant from the start
Aloft, alone on giant, stormy seas
Upon a floating ship I try to steer
The cloudy icy waters frigid tease
And yet I cut and pierce them crystal clear
Ahead, around me is the blackness now
To prove there is no sky above us here
The evil moment now demands we bow
We look for help, this wretched place holds fear
Surrounded, blinded by a fog of doubt
Through mists of fear we hopeless cling about
 
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