Compasses

Lost at sea, she gazed At the stars above, she prayed To no-one at all, she sighed Touching the waves That rolled through the night "Take my hand, my child" The old man smiled, "for my god Has spared your life, and pulled You up from the flood That drowned all of your world" "No, kind sir, I'll stay As I am, for your boat, though great and tall Is blown just like mine, and like me You will build Where the wind lets you land And these gales of hail we brave Are ours to face alone With our own compasses we hold In our eyes To find our own light"