In the bleak pre-dawn hours I lay alone And pondered all the years; The fears, the hurts, the unwashed tears, The fears, the hurts, the unshed tears, The shame, the wasted effort, The dream that came to naught, The unmourned grief, the guilt, the loss, The anguish of what might have been; And a future that loomed unknown, uncharted, And me alone in a boat so small That had sailed out too far In a sea so vast and rough, And then there came a wave of dread That threatened to overwhelm And suck me down Until I feared that I could drown. But quietly you listened to me, And listening, stroked and soothed And eased my fear And gently calmed the sea.