Sea of Storms

Standing on the rocky shore,

The wind blows in my hair.

The sea is stormy, clouds are tortured,

It mimics my despair.

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My father has yet to return,

The same goes for his crew.

Their wives they worry, children cry,

I don't know what to do.

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The sea is deep, provides for us,

Its fish, they fill our nets.

And its wind, it fills our sails,

Freedom, it begets.

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But the sea is deep and sometimes reaps,

And now it's reaped its toll.

And standing here, out on the shore,

Lonely is this atoll.

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They say I cannot sail,

But this reaping cannot stand.

I'll make my own way on the blue,

I cannot stay on land.

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So I turn away from rocky shore,

I turn away from storm.

The sea may think I've given up,

May think my gaze forlorn.

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But my gaze and mind, they will return,

And on my ship I'll sail.

I'll find my father, find his crew,

In this endeavour I'll prevail.

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For there are things that sea cannot take,

Among them, those close to me.

So I'll brave the ocean, dark and deep,

Storm can come at me.