Adrift upon waves of salt water
My ungrounded mind tries to grip
Onto something solid, concrete matter
The irony is that water surrounds me
But my soul is utterly wretched and dry
A taste of the liquid from this endless sea
Would mean my last breath and I would die
My home afloat upon a fluid foundation
Is growing smaller with each and every day
The more I wail out my pain and indignation
My intellect grows weak with less to say
My destiny seems to be in my isolation
Upon this infinite, groundless blue orb
Helpless to the elements I cry to Creation
Where are the Angels, Heaven and my Lord?
Break me free of this endless cruel circle
The way out of this water-logged cross
Bring me a taste of mercy and a miracle
Show me, where is my White Albatross?


Thank you for coming to our pirate party!














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