No One At The Bridge

Crying back to consciousness,
the coldness grips my skin.
The sky is pitching violently,
Drawn by shrieking winds.

Remembering when first I held
the wheel in my own hands,
I took the helm so eagerly
and sailed for distant lands.

But now the sea's too heavy.
And I just don't understand,
why must my crew desert me when I need a guiding hand?

Call out for direction
and there's no one there to steer.
Shout out for salvation
but there's no one there to hear.

I'm alone on my journey
and the focus is quite clear.
To survive the storm before me
and seek the light of the pier.

There's no one at the bridge
and now I confront my biggest fear.
I scream out desperation
but no one cares to hear.