Fighting Crew

Whispers on the wind

Carry tales to him

Shouting of the breeze

Clears his mind over the sea

Letting the waves crash

Help his mind dash

Leave them here

In this place of rash

Suddenly pushed to the back

As the waves of time

Throw him about the land

He is the captain of the sea

Organise the men

Quickly all on board

Do what you can

To help out this weary man

The ship is pulled about

Seems like it is going to crack

The captain takes control he has the knack

He pulls back the sails and tightens up his men

They were just about to loose control

Then the battle has been fought and won this day

But what will tomorrow bring for the mighty men

They pray for good weather and calm seas

Not to be hanging on for dear life

Hopeless on their knees

Today was victorious

Tomorrow will be new

Today they are the fighting crew

Standing united one and all

The captain of the ship he stood tall

With hunger in their bellies

And triumph on their sleeves

They had smiles that filled them with laughter

Wind of the gentle breeze on the air they did breathe