Reconcile - Haste The Day

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