Fishermen of Our Island
In their wave-tossed boats, they are out to sea
Fishermen, the pride of our island
Seeking food or pleasure they may be
Their lone struggle may become a pain
Needing great skills in deep sea
Tearing in the teeth of gusts and rain
And tides as high as mountains
While worried wives and children wait on land.
God, I pray to protect them and their workmates
And bring them safe and sound on the island.
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