The Boat

In all this disorder You're choosing your boarders And seeing with whom you'll align The seas our next torture Still I left the shore My family is all that is mine And my home is no place for my kind My home is no place for my kind As I lay his head Soaked in what he has bled The winds now determine our lives His future so young The past be forgotten If only we arrived at a better time His mother I pray May she rest where she lay This promise I make to your grave We're not gonna die today