“So where’s the use in all our clever inventions/ if goodwill sits on the edge of extinction/ The captain speaks, says they’ll shoot the deserters/ But if the vessel sinks, they wouldn’t have heard us.”
“Living in a world of short term solutions/ The headsail unfurled, stirring for flight/ like a great eagle's wings. I hoisted the tied rope/ You braced the salt sea and launched into night.”
“The next time I dreamt of you I would cross/ the mighty Atlantic with ships I had bought/ A maritime master of fate I’d become/ The next trip, I would not run.”