All ahoy

If I can only collapse 
at the end of each day, 
then I know I'm ok. 

I will be ok. 

If I'd only fall in next to
you when I fall, I would
never ask more than to be
reborn in that caterwaul squall, 

but you needn't despair, or
stroll overboard or wet
your hair. I'm alive in
the hold, in the rigging,
so square your back to the wind
and hold the line, and I'll draw 
the sails taut, and we'll all be
fine, 

and arrive on time.