The Night - Raven Astrid

Feel the cold beneath your hands.
Taste the salt upon your lips.
Hear the old wind call your name.
The shore is fading now.
Your mother stands beside the fire.
Your father watches from the storm.
No one says the word
Goodbye, but still you know.
The harbor lights grow small behind us.
The mountains disappear in gray.
You hold the oar a little tighter
As home is carried away.
And when the dark comes over the water,
Look beside you.
We are still here.

Row with us into the night.
Under the stars, beyond the light.
Hold to the oar,
Hold to your heart.
The sea may take
Us far from home, but never who we are.

Cold rain runs across your forehead.
Black waves rise against the bow.
The wind has torn the sky wide open.
There is no turning now.
You hear the wooden hull beneath you.
You hear a hundred voices breathe.
Some carry names of living fathers.
Some carry names they still must grieve.
And somewhere beyond the storm, a small
Fire is waiting.
Someone still remembers you.

Row with us into the night.
Under the stars, beyond the light.
Hold to the oar,
Hold to your heart.
The sea may take
Us far from home, but never who we are.

One day,
Our hands will leave these oars.
One day,
Our footsteps leave the shore.
But the songs we carried with us
Will travel farther than we do.
And when another soul hears them,
We will be there too.
We are not gone.
We carry on.
Row with us into the night.
Raise your voice
Beneath the northern lights.
Hold to the oar,
Hold to your heart.