Saint Marina

Life ain’t always been easy
Born a restless sea

No burning beacon hung high
No adoration of the magi

But I watched you turn water
Into medicine for your daughter

And stretching bread 
To make months end

Saint Marina

You raised me up
And let me go
And ain’t that something

You taught me
That I know

And I watched you on the water
Taking steps but you falter

And that’s ok
Now you’re stronger
They won’t call you a Saint
But they oughta

Saint Marina

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