16 August 2012
The ocean breeze fuels our path,
Raise those cream sails up the mast,
Wooden desks of varnished ebony,
Black and gold, the world an enemy,
Seagulls scream through the sky,
As our hull cuts through on the fly,
Souls gripped by claw-like hands,
As we venture to far off lands,
Queen of the wild, open seas,
Never stronger sails than these,
She holds protectively her crew,
Each with a green mermaid tattoo,
They tenderly tie her ropes,
Steering all men to future hopes.
Queen of the Ocean • Opuss № I