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Oceans lie before me; 
Waves crash the shores of my soul. 
Tossed from crest to crest; 
My hope is my home. 

Lightening splits the coal-black sky, 
Showering shadows upon the deck. 
And ghosts dance their curse and envy 
At my hope, at my home. 

The clash and clap of thunder; 
The shrieks and howls of wind 
Tear at the threads of a heart 
Seeking hope, seeking home. 

The Darkness never leaves us. 
No stars to guide our way. 
There's death before and after. 
No hope, now, for home.