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Good
Luck - Godspeed
By
Rusty
Broadspear
Sailing daily, taking
salty air
Facing each horizon
Discarding demons,
Dwelling on cold lands
where
Runs freedom in herds
of bison,
And wind blows through
her hair.
See the sea around me,
From deepness thanking
God,
She’s rid her
shackles
Discovered happiness.
Salty water streaking
cheeks
Praise the Lord to
protect
My parting soul
My strange Princess.
I take the helm
And turn toward
destiny
It takes a man to ride
with pride
These charging giants,
Whilst letting pirates
of perchance
Rape and pillage my
mind.
It takes a man to hide
To curl and take the
blows,
Then to stand again
And take the helm.
To embrace this life,
Rejoice in other’s
happiness
And rejected wrongs.
To listen to and feel
The Sounds of God
And Angel’s songs.
So take my hand oh
fellow man
Feel my pride in you.
Fellow traveller,
You take your helm
As we all are wont to
do.
Good luck kind heart
And may your God,
Your true companion
Always travel with
you.
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