I am back on my ship
The very next day
Itching to go, to yell,
"Anchors aweigh!"
But what is a captain
If she has to crew?
I am useless alone
This much is true
I remember the boy
From yesterday
And my heart fills with joy
When I look his way
He sits on the dock
Legs crossed, eyes focused
Still as a rock
Like a pensive poet
In him I see
The perfect first mate
I wonder if he'll agree
To be a pirate
But in my heart I feel sure
That he is will come with me
He's so perfect and pure
He must be of the sea
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Playground Pirates
PoetryIf only we could go back in time/ Rewind to the very start/ When we were playing pirates/ Not sinking oceans apart/ -- Cover by @lunaishi
