Of stoic oceans and raging seas
A lived lifetime or perhaps, seventy-three
As the sway in the trees
The darkest moon I’ve even seen
And starlight covering these
Silver shines the past and future for me
The blustery gale murmurs into a breeze
How can this be?
I sense it, just as the princess and the pea
I am never alone, because of thee
Of frigid oceans and calm seas
All the stars guiding the trees
You are never alone, because of me
