I stroke the blade with my hand The sharp edge cuts the skin Blood drips to the rain wet sand My journey can begin Once a slave, but now Im free My honor is restored Once again Ill ride the seas Free at last from whip and oar I slide the sword into the shield The ocean God is hailed And as we push out to the sea We raise the red striped sails Ive missed the breeze of my home shores The frozen lakes and winter snow But now my dreams starts to unfold Father, Im coming home The storm came down without remorse And water crushed the rails The ship was thrown back and forth A strong wind ripped the sails The icy waves embrace my skin I am going numb The endless ocean swallows me This will be my cold wet tomb Wont feel the breeze of my home shore Nor see the lakes or winter snow My hopeful dreams lie ripped and torn Father, Im coming home, I die alone........
Posted on: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 10:53:00 +0000
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