A lonely ship sails through a narrow sea.
It's torn flag raised for all to see.
A symbol of the crews heart worn on their sleeve.
Loyalists to the captain they bend the knee.
He holds out a map, "x marks the spot".
Lost in his own dreams that he almost forgot.
The distance isn't the issue he's got.
It's how far he must dig to earn A shot.
At forgiveness, redemption before all is lost.
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 6:39 PM UTC
A lonely ship sails through a narrow sea.
It's torn flag raised for all to see.
A symbol of the crews heart worn on their sleeve.
Loyalists to the captain they bend the knee.
He holds out a map, "x marks the spot".
Lost in his own dreams that he almost forgot.
The distance isn't the issue he's got.
It's how far he must dig to earn A shot.
At forgiveness, redemption before all is lost.
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