If you abandon ship, by foot, hand and upper lip, losing sight of stubborn clip, would not the wind and waves of sea bury both you and me?

Running light and running free is not to say you run with he, who once was running too, yet running away from you.

He too stood tall on stubborn ship, setting sail with iron grip. Yet the waves are too walking away from you, wondering far from clip and strip.

Think quickly now with fear and dread, if abandoning ship is all you need. For should you step to southern shore, you may not see what came before.

The wind is strong and true I know, but light and love are stronger still. Take your place, with ready face, leaning now into loving grace.