Little Hell - Lisa Papineau

If I am too weary put me aside

The years break their silence written in salt

Forgotten in spaces left at high mark

But duty-bound vigil saves hope that survives

And carries it willingly on the white tide

Little hell, little hell, little hell

Little hell, little hell, little hell

Little hell, little hell, little hell

The waves tap their fingers there’s no need to shout

They’re pushing and pulling on the way out

Too fearsome no captain can say where they’re bound

He’ll swim if he has to as they roll to ground

But he rides the fury with no land in sight

Holds true to the spirit and braves the white tide

Little hell, little hell, little hell

Little hell, little hell, little hell

Little hell, little hell, little hell

If I have forsaken put me aside

Or set me to drifting on the white tide

Little hell, little hell, little hell

Little hell, little hell, little hell

Little hell, little hell, little hell