Lay a Hand
I stroke the blade with my hand the sharp edge cuts the skin blood drips to the rain wet sand my journey can begin Once a slave but now I'm free my honor is restored once again I'll ride the seas free at last from whip and oar I slide the sword into the shied the ocean god is hailed and as we push out to the sea we raise the red striped sails I've missed the breeze of my home shores the frozen lakes and winter snow but now my dreams start to unfold father, I'm coming home The storm came down... Sign in to see full entry.