Often Our lives are like the skiff upon the rocks
It bumps and grinds wearing itself down
Like our souls it’s salvation depends on its locks
The structure within that was built on designs that are sound
Each wave carries the possibility of doom or freedom
The unknown in each lapping breaker
Will it be one of a glorious magnificence kingdom
Or will it be that of a home wrecker
How dark the water can be in a storm
A stew of melted gloom
Hot or cold, frigid or warm
Like emotions stirred in a tossed about room
In such moments we look for a light
A chance for a new beginning
Hope, and faith and the good fight
This skiff is looking for a port for the winning
O sea you teem of life
Full of challenges and much rewards
Let me win against the hardship of life
Cut me from these rocks with your mighty swords
© Park 2013
Parkgang 