III. No One At the BridgeCrying back to consciousnessThe coldness grips my skinThe sky is pitching violentlyDrawn by shrieking windsSeaspray blurs my visionWaves roll by so fastSave my ship of freedomI'm lashed helpless to the mastRemembering when first I heldThe wheel in my own handsI took the helm so eagerlyAnd sailed for distant landsBut now the sea's too heavyAnd I just...I just don't understandWhy must my crew desert me?When I need...I need a guiding hand...Call out for directionAnd there's no one there to steerShout out for salvationBut there's no one there to hearCry out supplicationFor the maelstrom is nearScream out desperationBut no one cares to hear