A Changing Course

I try so hard to no avail 

The changing winds without fail

To steer a course and set sail

Upon these waters I prevail

The sails atip

The amours chinked

The battle does drag on

Supplies after low

While land is far

The battle rages on

For the crew is weak and weary

For their spirits are quite dreary

For their hopes are shattered

While their clothes are tattered

For all the blood they have splattered

With dreams of paradise and beer

In these uncharted waters they fear

That the wind will not allow them to land

Upon the beautiful beaches and sands

Be brave young folk for your time will come

When the last mast has snapped and the battle was won 

Stand tall for tomorrow is another day

And uncharted waters may steady and keep you at bay

Original done by Breezy Bee