A bride, she sailed away from me
The darling of my heart.
My hands, my soul had gifted her
The freedom to depart.
A bride, my child has left me
And tears of pride I shed.
The loss, the loss. The empty sea
Became her bridal bed.
The years of toil, my calloused hands,
All gave my life a purpose
That never more shall be.
The years of toil to shape my child
to make her strong and true.
In fear and love, I blessed her
as in majesty she grew.
The iceberg waiting silently
Was beautiful as she.
Cold death her consummation and
My bitter legacy.