Torn into pieces And lost in the swell Sailing for the promised land Our ship is wrecked in Hell We cower and crawl In the hold of our craft With darkened eyes, failing pride Set out to sink us fast But, in the distance a beacon Burns above the waves Do not fear, for I am here The voice calls through the haze Your words to hold as light goes dim And "miles to go, before we sleep again" Your words can tame the wind And give us hope that we'll see home again Branded by sorrow Under cloaks of despair Surly clouds roll over us And leave our souls laid bare But, in the distance a beacon Burns above the waves Rise up, return to me The voice calls through the haze