A rudderless boat on a cloudy day
On an aimless drift through a crowded bay.
Rusty steel and angry horns
Menacing bows like threatening thorns
But do not lose faith in such a place
For the sun will show like a beautiful face,
And lead you out from amid the blare
To follow that smile to quiet, sweet air.
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