from the docks near his family stay.
As the young boy he is it’s engulfing his world,
In his dreams he is sailing away.
But for now he is bound to his poverty’s chains,
And he lives just to stay alive.
He’s to stay where is to provide for his kin,
If he only could find his way out.
Bringing treasures from whence they came.
He is hearing the tales from the wandering crew,
Telling stories of fortune and fame.
And he promised himself that whatever it takes,
He would join in and follow his dreams.
If there only was one thing he did with his life,
It would be that for once he’d succeed.
He would tell himself time and again.
That one day he would drop the tools of the trade,
And join in with the seafaring men.
But as night became day and the day became night,
he passed opportunity’s call.
Having nothing to say than that, if he had gone,
His whole world would just crumble and fall.
He now sits, and that’s all that he craves.
As no longer his dreams are what keep him alive,
Not the travels or thoughts of the waves.
With his family lost to the passing of time,
And a shadow remains of his friends.
Now the tale of his life as a warning is told,
To a young boy that listens intense.
- The Finest Hour
- The Journey
- To Rule Them All
- Messenger of Kings
- Laissez Fair
- A Wanderer's Lament
- Of Spices and Gold
- Vengeance Descends
- Thoughts of the Waves