The White Ship

There are people either way
Sitting far and trembling,
Some have wiped the tears away
Others numb, and praying.

In the face of stormy powers
Some have but their skin.
Others sit in ivory towers.
Godly and pristine.

The white ship sails for either folk
It doesent know of towers
And people die, and people flock
And all will know the sorrows.

But instead of losing mind
Those that fight and those that sway
Change into the other kind
Those who believe, and those that stay.