He Was a True Master, a True Master of His Destiny

He Was A True Master, A True Master Of His Destiny I am a sailor, a wanderer, a sailor born to be. I have sailed mighty oceans, all the seven wide seas. There is not a soil tiller, not that kind within all of me I fought the ocean and the gigantic storms throwed at me I never backed up a single inch, because I am born free When the dirty pirates raided, I was the first one to fight I tell you the truth, I killed a dozen that tragic night. I am a sailor, a wanderer, a sailor born to be. I have sailed mighty oceans, all the seven wide seas. I am a raging fighter, bravery flowing in my veins A restless tiger in this gallant heart, I am without shame Whether it is pirate swords or hot muskets blazing away I fight without reserve, as such is just my own courageous way A penny for your thoughts, a single dollar for your last meal. I am a sailor, a wanderer, a sailor born to be. I have sailed mighty oceans, all the seven wide seas. Robert J. Lindley, March 15th, 1979 Note.( A man without honor, is not a man at all.) A quote from my father, I was 15 years old back when he said it.