reconcile

your boat lies, on choppy seas as the waves crash down, spilling over the side, like holy water, a chance to purify, to wash away the fight, to reconcile with everyone you've failed, your wife, your daughters, your son, as you sink into the deep, and as the water fills your lungs, let it take the place of longing, and sink down into a better life, free from all your woes, free from all your failures, as you hear the words, oh, my son, be reconciled, oh, my son, be reconciled