Distant Lands

The night came on all dismal and dark
the sea acting ever so violent
by the rapid wind howling hark
I long to vanish, to flee

Higher and higher the seas did surge
gale winds louder and louder
vessel consuming water, partly submerged
with torn and shivering sails

Up ahead bleak hills and barren sands
lighthouse flashing so bright
grateful our vessel spotted land
home is where I want to be