Wayward Child

There lay a dying sailor weeping
So far he'd wandered from the south
As he lay upon the burning sand
The children gather to watch his passing
He'd swum the seven seas before him
And danced upon the stormy breakers
But now dying alone is all that's left for him
And death a shining slowly beckons
And rolling in last veil of sunshine
Sheds light upon his dying hours
But still strong in his urgent will to live
For he tries again to reach the water
And turning away still ring the voices
Of children laughing o'er the murky waters
And somewhere I hear the silent singing
Calling on the wayward child