in the cold of north atlantic’s night
a great ship sank far out of sight
the orchestra’s haunting tone played on
atop the deck, standing alone
their ghostly tune, a mournful plea
whispered, “nearer, my god, to thee”
amidst the chaos and the dread
a song of hope and grace was spread
when the day arrives, the world askew,
(has it come to be? i ask of you)
let me hold close a poignant tune
of love and joy as darkness blooms
should we sink into a self-wrought end
may a song of hope my spirit send
emitting peace into the night
an ode to moments we got right
