SHIP-A-WEST

These waves I hear,
by oars be crushed,
each stroke by sweat,
though free they run.

And songs I hear.
Of muscled murmur.
Hearts a-silenced,
by the drum.

Of worlds they tell,
new hope to bring,
these seas beyond,
in ball and chain.

These waves I hear,
by oars be crushed,
each stroke by sweat,
though free of rein.