A Ship Stained, A Ship Pushed

A cry I heard from closest means
A disturbance from within wingspan
You were just out of reach
Now are you too close to become free?

Stay the course! shouted I
Not knowing the storm the ship would die in
Half past dead because death can't stop us
But what would it take to patch the sail again?

We know not of rain, not of clouds but of dust
Unsure of what to see but we moved through anyways
Knowing that lights and mystic silences would keep us through
Storm of ocean rise and roaring thunders, soar with me, you say

So graceful, persecution of the enemy through this darker space
Black flash blinding, we'll lose another man
But you will not stop us from storming the gates
You will lose to us, to joined hands and stomping feet

To cadence and salvation, we sing the old blues of a saviour
Oh, keep us not dismayed but holding tightly
You promised us wings to fly with so we'll close our eyes
And bow our heads and you will show us our real reveries