Come Young Pirates, Part I I - Adrift Within A Waking Dream

The sun alone could match our zeal while swabbing decks and sharpening steel. Long hours spent in mundane toil Memories of home and English soil. Strong in our hearts our country grew Its features clear yet blind from view Still, the passions of men will breed On the hull of a ship built for speed. And the huge waves and tempests came; Wild winds not even gods could tame, With these each pirate's soul would launch Just like the sails, full blown and taunt. The truth of life to still attain While carrying death's merciless strain. Could we give all and never take Freed from destructions fiery wake? Unsure if we are live or dead; What each has thought but none has said. Our Captain perched, his watchful eye Surmounting waves tall mountains high; Teetering on intrepid heights Handling squalls with judicious might; Where watery giants barred the way Our bow cut through and split away. This earth we know is mostly sea, Unbound, unmatched, and moving free, Each wave forming gaining space Vying to lead, outpace, outpace; Building up strength before they swim Brief is the glory should they win, Massing together as they come Swallowing lands that peek above, Raging, raging until they crest Swirling madly until their spent. Through the lulls and peaceful calm Our Galleon rode with splendid charm, What lessons grasped, this sea to teach, Surrounded by its mighty reach. And here a quiet mind might dwell In sanctuary, a moment's spell Adrift within a waking dream Between this world and worlds unseen.