He rests in a ship
of gold and diamonds
his quarters are painted
with a gold veneer
He rests his sword
near when he sleep
Never losing sight of the enemy
the warrior of the sea

The mast of his ship blew
with the wind
But the ship remains still
he wanders what it would be like
if only he could set sail
and one day be free
The warrior of the sea

His face is rough
his shirt is torn
he is tired of fighting
in this war of the sea
He lost his ship of gold and
diamonds in battle
now he floats alone
The warrior of the sea

This poem was written/submitted by Michael D\'alleva.