Though boiling seas and tempests swirl,
though tossed and rocked in frenzy,
I am resolute and I am free;
captive and hopeless on the breast
of this rudderless craft is not me -
I am not hopeless!
I should shun the safety of land
where I have been more captive -
circled by those who would use
more of my being, carve more of my soul
than these beasts who only wish for food.
Were I to hail that distant ship
would they not return me to bondage?
If freedom is the right to chose
that which I might be restricted by,
might I choose this and at last
- be free...?