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.
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Robert Lindley
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