SLAVE TO THE SEA

Pushing a boat from my masters shore
I brace my feet and pull the oars
Determined now to make my way
Through the surf and the ocean spray
"I want my freedom, this isn't my home!"
So in disobedience I roam

Hours pass as I pull and strain
Blisters form and my arms are in pain
The moisture that covered my vessel's floor
Now has pooled into something more
I scoop the water out of my boat
Into the night I slowly float

Winds pick up and the waves all rise
A salty brine stings my eyes
The distant shore is swallowed by night
Bailing water is a constant fight
A violent wave crashes down
I search in horror but my oars are gone

I've lost control and I'm sinking fast
Each wave that hit's I'm sure is my last
But out of the darkness comes a light
Laughter and music pierce the night
Shining decks with food and wine
My master's ship just in time

"Master save me!" I call in hope
The ship draws near, and I'm thrown a rope
Once on board he binds my sores
He feeds me food and the wine he pours
My cloths are dry, my bed is warm
My mind's oblivious to the churning storm

What should I think as I rest below deck
"I want my freedom!" or "I want my boat back?"
No my thoughts are of a master so kind
That he'd leave paradise just to find
A disobedient fool like me
Who thought freedom was being...
A slave to the sea