Yet another storm has struck us.
Everyone's tired and most are sick of the sea.
Many a man suffer like Annabel Lee.
The chilling nights and heated days slowly set.
Sent aboard to pay off a debt.
Not currency but to the lord.
Soul tied down by the urge to not walk the board.
The wind sets me off and drives me insane
I hear it's tapping all done in vain.
I see with they're eyes and they hear with my ears.
Can't trust no one though it's been years.
The waters at rest, shouldn't I be?
I look at the water and I finally see.
Our chains been broken, we've paid our fee!
But I've been here long who'd remember me?
That is why no one leaves the sea.
Poetry the words of the waves I drown to set me free.
