For Stuart Adamson 4/11/58 -16/12/201 (Remove filter)
Never Alone
We were always by your side.
To bring you home with the tide.
With craft and rope in our hand.
To sail you home, on to dry land.
Any sign of fired rocket or flare.
In need of rescue, we were there.
In the sea, fighting storm or wave.
To flounder, a ship in need to save.
A struggling ship, in search of oar.
We were never far from the shore.
A million people to bring you home.
Never once ...
Monday 15th August 2022 7:48 pm
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