Pirates

(Verse 1)
Don’t anchor your heart in a shallow-water bay,
For the tide pulls the secrets and the silt all away.
If you fear every ripple, you’ll never find the deep,
And a life spent in harbor is a soul fast asleep.
The wind doesn't care for the maps that you’ve drawn,
So trim up your sails and keep heading for dawn.
(Verse 2)
The gold in the chest is a heavy, cold weight,
It won't buy a breeze when you’re running too late.
You can hoard every glimmer and lock every door,
But you can’t take the shimmer to the salt-covered floor.
The riches you carry are the tales that you tell,
Not the coins in your pocket or the cargo you sell.
(Verse 3)
The man at the wheel isn't always the king,
It’s the pull of the current and the song that you sing.
If you fight every wave, then the ocean will win,
For the sea only breaks what is rigid within.
So bend with the timber and flow with the gale,
For a spirit that’s supple will always prevail.

Hurdy hurdy, accordion, pirate shanty