Time passes us shrugging
In the shadows we stay resting
A journey completed always feels shorter
How long was it when we walked it!
Harbors I name those days of peace
When I could see all things as good
In between are roiling seas, mountains of waves
Foams of waves, mirages, moments of madness
Many met their fate
Many fell from their feet
Many wasted away
Who lasted went on
If these twists are all a chance
Our convoy a foolish dream
No reason to stand in the forecourt
But to challenge and fight
Silver gleam the mountains of afternoon
Valleys of gold and shining rivers
Thy light hand falls and memory wanders
over all that is given, of this wild Earth
Many met their fate
Many wasted away
Who lasted went on