Waiting

Throughout the years I shall not want,

I shall not live a lie.

Though I know not where this waiting leads,

As the years pass by.

...

His soul and body at world's end,

As is the Dutchman's curse.

A half-life is what we both lead,

For better or worse.

...

Yet it's a life worth living,

As ten years near their end.

As I wait for William Turner,

My love, my life, my friend.