St. Sebastian

Don't look back.
One hand in front of the other.
In the dark blue and black,
The land loses its color.
But the sea shines,...

And makes it right.
The sea can make it right.

The bottle tied fast to my waist,
The cold walls on my elbows,
The creaking of the rope as my hands make haste,
Down from my dark little window.

And may the sea sing sweetly tonight,
And may the moon be kind.
Cradle me and lay me on a beach
Where a body brings noble minds.
St. Sebastien...

Do you know what it feels like,
To know that something is not right?
To shiver through their every hopeless night?
To suffer when they hurt?
When the archers couldn't kill you, was it because
You took it like a man?
Or was it something more?

Did God guide arrows around your heart?
Did God guide arrows around your heart, St. Sebastien?