Coloured horizons

Storms may come, or go
The fragile hope disappear
Ocean rages, cold winds blow
The darkened deep ankors tear

Pulses may drown, heart betrayed
Days may fly, then comes night clothes
All knees on deck, LORD! We prayed
Then shines the skulls and bones

Young lad starved of smiles, dreams washed ashore
Tears may blunt a blade, not a blade of gold
Courage may fall, not seamen on board
Whose tales resound as the sea howl

All mouths closed, or may shout
May let out with paradise sound
Yearning voices within, or without
Treasure Island bound


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