The Mariner
Like a lonely castaway
On a ship without a home
Choppy rides on rising tides
Is the place I want to roam
A Mariner all my life
The wind whispers in my ear
A gentle breeze on open seas
Is the place I hold so dear
Far away from solid ground
Land has nothing more to give
Sunsets fair with salty air
Is the place I want to live
The moon shines so very bright
The stars flicker in the sky
Hallowed graves beneath the waves
Is the place I want to die
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