A stranded ship beached by the tide
Is worse off than one sucked inside
For though it strays not from the coast
Its bows are battered down the most
Never to feel an ocean’s love
The depths of which it sails above
Hulled companions stop and stare
Helpless are they to aid one there
Sombre and guilty for thinking
Its best hope is to start sinking
For closer still they will not dare
So they set sail, leaving a prayer
But one will turn to take a stand
Throw out a rope, reach out a hand
And side by side they will wage war
Against the cruel and cunning shore
Now victory within their sight
They chase the sun at break of light.
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