A Young Sailor All I was (2)
A young sailor, all I was... ( Was it all a masquerade? ) I used to hear the howling winds pushing on the raging waves, The heavy rolling, the splashing water Pouring heavy on my face, the unforgivable cold sleet Needling all over my skin Never frighten by the weather But instead, by the loneliness in me I used to be in every storm Under darkened clouds above At the coarse voice of thunders, Danced in silence, cried alone. With the moonlight as my torch I also learnt what quiet means Gently swallowed deep by darkness Found the loneliness in me I have been in countless ports Kissed a girl, or maybe more, just as often fell in love, broke a heart, and broke my own Hauled my pieces, went aboard, cast off ropes, and sailed away I have also said goodbye with a promise to return, It was never, not a lie, With a few drams of scotch and warm arms around my soul? Was a game full of words, fool young sailors like myself, truly loving being in love have no choice, but just to play. A