Welcome Home

With no hope in mind

With no light in the crevices

With no guidance to get where you're going

With nobody beside you to tell you it's okay...

You're not home

Creek...Crack...Swoosh...Crash

Is the sound it makes while rocking

Creek...Crack...Swoosh...Crash 

Is what you hear when the waves come knocking 

Many tears are shed, when the news they're gone goes by

And only until they're declared dead 

Can anyone TRULY cry

Here on the ship I sit... alone

And no one is by my side

Poor Peter, poor James, poor... me

I'm just sitting all... alone

The only place to be in times like this, is in your mind

Yet, even in your mind

(The PERFECT getaway)

you are still sad

When all news has spread 

About how he's probably dead

He weeps...

on his boat...alone

until his ship...

sees home

Hurrah, Hurrah!

He's home once again

But wait...

Where is he?

Gone.

Dear Peter James,

Welcome Home.

R.I.P

Sleep well

I will miss you

See you in the next lifetime

Loving... husband. Sailed around the world for... me. Alone. Welcome home!