Ships On a Westward Tide

You only live once, adventure calls if you listen close.

An urging echoes still within mine ears,

It rises above the horizon as dusk falls.

It sings of salvation, effacing my fears.

It persists still; with a steady voice it calls.

There I see, on the horizon,

The silhouettes aloft.

The white tides soft,

Carry them home.

One day soon my ship will come in to board,

And I will think of the world that I leave.

Away from my failures, the west I sail toward. 

No soul will know of my journey, no teary eyes grieve.

And there I'll see, from the horizon,

The silhouettes atop.

The fading dock,

ushers me home.