[driftwood]

if thunder comes to shout

don't forget my arms won't let you drown

salt skin you have for now

long and firm hands for me to grab

if the waves bring you back

I hope the waters let you out

for me to please my anxt

before my heart's drought

rope as arms I ought be

grab them and come to land

here I will let you stay

for once and last 

we wouldn't fay