Stranded lyrics

In moments enthralled with difficulty

Or uncertainty shifting toward each

As the stranded fish upon barren shore

Returned to the sea by a passer by

Thanks expressed in unknown symbols

Simple as the good act in innocence

Where odor hung of funeral incense

The hands that help grace the body

It matters not of class of the aid

Nor beauty, nor stature tall or short

Only the greatness cuddled to watery port

This good act then insures known thanks