Little Hell

If I am too weary put me aside
The years break their silence written in salt
Forgotten in spaces left at high mark
But duty-bound vigil saves hope that survives
And carries it willingly on the white tide

Little hell, little hell, little hell
Little hell, little hell, little hell
Little hell, little hell, little hell

The waves tap their fingers there's no need to shout
They’re pushing and pulling on the way out
Too fearsome no captain can say where they're bound
He’ll swim if he has to as they roll to ground
But he rides the fury with no land in sight
Holds true to the spirit and braves the white tide

Little hell, little hell, little hell
Little hell, little hell, little hell
Little hell, little hell, little hell

If I have forsaken put me aside
Or set me to drifting on the white tide

Little hell, little hell, little hell
Little hell, little hell, little hell
Little hell, little hell, little hell