Two Ships That List In The Night

Two ships that list in the night,
Must pull together to win their fight;
Apart they sink in waters black,
Waiting for their hulls to crack.

Pity the eyes that see Divine,
Neither launch the saving line;
Aboard the ships sad adults cry,
Little children asking why.

Is it shame or fear or pride?
Who's the soul to admit they've lied?
Having cut the lines but twice,
Who would dare to make it thrice?

"Of this woe, we do tire!"
Deadly shots of panic fire;
Choosing not to end the pain,
Increases ranks of strained insane.

Missing missing missing hope,
On the decks a coiled rope;
In the day they wrecked their dream,
So into the night they do scream.