A hurricane named loneliness, that's plotting out its path
Searching for a victim, of nature's random wrath
Is headed for a ship, for a soul that's lost
Seeking safety in a harbour, broken by the cost
The sailor is exhausted, more with every wave
Transformed by the ocean, into its unwilling slave
The craft is slowly sinking, the sails in need of mending
Taking on a list, and the mast itself is bending
You represent the port dear friend, you've helped provide the light
You have given solace, a beacon in the night
You've helped repair the vessel, and its occupant for when
It's ready for the sea, and the sailor sails again