Anchors drag. Our cables surge.nThe hurting sea breaks veils on the verge.nWhile waves foam and churn,nwe drifty slowly astern astern.nnBeyond, the storm's a looming.nTHE END we are assuming.nMast break sharp to shredsnstrings like a harp's instead.nShe's headed out for the open main.nnOur hearts beating, one and all,non crowded decks and reeling bows.nThe tempest tossed the hope we lost,nthe hearts we crossed.nOH, god save our souls!nnTell my family not to mourn.nThe sea life they do curse and scorn.nTell that bonny bridenwhere my broken bones reside.nnDeep in that briny darknmy chest consumed by great white shark.nThen I shall veer into the tide,nsoul free and death with pride.nnOur hearts beating, one and all,non crowded decks and reeling bows. nThe tempest tossed the hope we lost,nthe hearts we crossed.nOH god save our souls!