we send them out
in lifeboats with broken oars
leaking hulls we patched with pitch
into the open sea
beyond the old courageous
they so young how would they know?
that great shadow in the depths
they pass over
there is no other way
not for us
as we have said
it is their only hope
we but ask for them the sun
a steady breeze
to see them through
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