when morales are low and life’s rhythm cheats on dignity in gasping blows, it’s times like these when you face the might of the seven seas that you’re struck to humiliation by the unworthiness of your presence in His highness. so i bend my will and yield to His strength, i cry in stillness and speak at ill length, may Yours be the way, O to death should i stray, for i am nothing but to trust and obey.