We give in tithe,
decide the fate
Of what returns
and what must wait
Not every seed we cast will grow
Some bloom beneath,
some drift below
The tide's no jury,
yet it rules
The generous and hopeful fools We give in hope that some will stay
Our hands release,
the sea translates We give in tithe,
decide the fate
Hope
is not a sailor's grace
It's not for us to mark or trace
We choose their own embrace We give in tithe,
decide the fate
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