There was once a time long ago when I thought myself to be strong and brave,

But as the wars raged on, a mutiny in my mind had reduced this captain to a slave,

Having been overwhelmed by the battles raging and the deafening crash of the waves.

The surf was rough, and fate’s cruel currents threatened to drag me to the grave.

Setting sail, a soldier seeking glory, a warrior hungry for plunder,

A mind forged from steel, a heart full of fire, and eyes full of wonder,

I lost myself on the seas in a tempest of lightning and thunder,

But now, anchored by fear, I feel the waters beginning to pull me under.

The adventure was a blessing, and the freedom of the seas was bliss,

But now I feel every rock of the boat and every crashing wave as it hits.

I find myself drowning in confusion, caught in a storm’s cruel fits,

Just a wandering voyager, a sinking ship, destined to be lost in the abyss.

My hull is scarred, my sails are torn, and my spirit’s been ripped,

I’m gasping for air as the storm rages on, and I’m caught in its grip.

I’ve come so far and sunk so low, and with love in my heart it’s hard to admit:

My waters are rough, and I wouldn’t blame you for abandoning ship.