I love that the sea is wide open.
My only hope is a boat floatin’.
On this evening I am goin’
Straight to work, even if I’m hurt,
I love the sea it is where I want to be.
My hair is very grey, what can I say
Some say old age or stress.
But at sea I feel my best.
Call me captain, I guess
My love grows far from less.
My actions are merely victimless.
I would catch and release,
But we all need to eat.
I do say my peace to every fish I see.
Knowing that the sea is not just for me.
I love to feel the waves rocking,
And to hear each fish body knocking
The boat back and forth
I watch life take its course.
Not only is this my duty, it’s a hobby.
I won’t leave until death has got me
By the neck pulling me under.
In a distance is the cracking of thunder.
Flashes of lightening
To other men is very frightening,
Thoughts race and chest tightening,
While I just embrace that we might be dying.
Cold rain falls from the sky
It’s so heavy it blinds the eye
Tonight my passion may let me die.
The actions I will commit
“This captain goes down with his ship.”