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