I was once a grand pirate ship,
tattered sails unfurled in ill winds.
Pridefully flying skull and crossbones,
I was loaded stem to stern.
A hollow vessell of desperate abandon,
never ending journey on seas of pain.
Unfulfilling conquests without horizon,
in my fog of despair love burned.

(Chorus)
Washed ashore stranded and alone,
take what good timbers are avail.
Build me a strong and modest home,
wrap my wet soul in a torn sail.
Mother-Earth oh how I praise thee,
drifting on oceans of madness.
Needing bad to let you touch me,
surrender this helm of sadness.


Grand allusions heads held high, selfish prophecy of hate and doom.
Treasures stolen the more I lost, sea to sea searching but not found.
Moral inquisitor steeped in evil, mirrored ill-actions treasoned on you.
A fateful no'r eastern gale of truth, smashed his hull of a life aground.

(Chorus)
Washed ashore stranded and alone, take what good timbers are avail.
Build me a strong and modest home, wrap my wet soul in a torn sail.
Mother-Earth oh how I praise thee, drifting on oceans of madness.
Needing bad to let you touch me, surrender this helm of sadness.

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