Only the dead pirates know what it’s like
Poet’s write, but they romanticized us
It was moments for which we fought and died
To last the struggle of the sea and sky
Four years of naught but fluxed loss and gain
Ad rem maps we made proved out of date.
So much had changed so much the same
Self-righted dreamers pursuing hard the day
We sang in triumph and equally in defeat.
Sang the easy lie ‘the sinners life is sweet’
But the life and lie reek of stale vanity
The image so less clear than it was originally.
Today’s sunrise gifts a recurring trial
Clouds taunt a captain’s heart and mind
If allowed one caveat in collateral
It’d be, “It’s alright.” With sea green eyes.
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