Sirens Crying

I’m so cold
I can’t feel my toes
My heart is warm
That’s how the feeling grows

I look for you
To help me through
The dark storm
Where our lives are torn

We are leaves
Screaming on the mast
Sirens crying
To wreck you from your past

The waves are strong
They invite you in
It’s a false comfort
To build a ship You must begin

So use wood of age and
Tar that’s lived and flowed and
Canvas stitched and sewn
Woven tight to capture the undertow

Cut the oak with accuracy
Don’t waste a single strand
And when you feel you’re finally there
You’ve reached Van Diemans Land