On my beaten horse I ride
Through churning rising swollen tide
And further still the shore from me
near in sight but far from reach
My hands are raw from gripping rope
The thickness fills my tightened throat
Eyes well and burn with brimming tears
We brave the ocean of my fears
I urge him on, my gentle beast
as the waves crash in around my knees
Salt air fills his stinging lungs
saturates the bit between teeth and tongue
We fight for the shore through the violent sea
I for him and he for me