Plimsoll Lines

We row with oars in crimson ships
And watch where lies the plimsoll line;
Our ships can bear so much burden, still
Our hearts, they drown, yet they seem fine.

We row with oars our little dream boats;
And human hearts, they twist and turn.
The sun beats down on the deck;
The human sailors, they feel the burn.

Our ships they go, to far off seas
Where the earth and sky, they end.
Where winds are salty, throats are dry
And the heartbreak gull is the only friend.

Our ships, our little dreams they bear;
To comfort, to untarnished lands.
Where finally they they wipe their blood
And sleep in silence, in silent sands.