Tough’s ships that sailed off into deep water.
Thy sailor that left his wife sons and daughter.
To explore a world above Davie jones,
until he encounters a black flag with white skull and bones.
With guns so long and bows so steep,
silences in the winds not even a peep.
Thy sailor that holds his head so high,
proud to serve his captain and ship not scared to die.
Off for six months off for a year
being at sea is not his worse fear.
Thy sailor that crossed those seven seas
return him home I beg of you please.
For he is our hero and we miss him so
and the world is not ready to let him go.
