Way up high on the wave Something rocked my boat I think I will go under now Wrapped in a seaweed coat
Hidden reef, lurking rock Late to see the signs Rudder ripped from under me Stolen by the brine
Looming on a battered cliff A tower with no light But my almost shattered skiff Is drifting in the night
In the churning surf I go Crying out for help No one to grab hold of me Except the strands of kelp Nothing here but raging sea And grasping hands of kelp