As he stood upon the watch deck Looking out onto the sea It would offer no solutions Only silent company So he took hold of the reasons As he tried to understand But they offered just confusion As they bled into his hands Dear god Couldn't you decide What should happen to a man's assassins Dear god Is it suicide I have never been a man of passions I believe what the prophets said That the oceans hold their dead But at night when the waves are near They whisper And I hear There are wounds that bleed inside us There are wounds we never see They are part of our refinements That allow a man to be There are wounds that bleed in silence With aristocratic grace There are tears we keep beside them Never seen upon a face Dear god Do you think it's wise To remember everything that & #146; s ever happened Dear god Could we compromise Or must the shadows of this night be everlasting I believe what the prophets said That the oceans hold their dead As I contemplate this stand What I do Is who I am I believe what the prophets said That the oceans hold their dead But at night when the waves are near They whisper And I hear Don't see the storms are forming Don't see or heed the warning Don't hear the sound of tyrants Surrounded by the silence Columbus and Magellan and de gama Sailed upon the ocean In a world of ignorance With thoughts so primitive That men were killed With no more will Than that they simply had the notion But in this world of heartless men This thing they never did Don't hear it Don't hear it Don't hear it Don't hear it Got to keep it underground Pretend you never heard a sound If they find it kill it blind it If they find it kill it blind it Lord tell me what is to be Lord tell me what is to be They whisper and I hear After a night of little sleep He opened the gangway door And felt his world collapsing Not believing what he saw For there with hands above his head Was a fourth stowaway Trying to surrender Not knowing the price he would pay Miguel knew he must act quickly If the lad was to have any hope So he pointed to the captain And ran a finger cross his throat And though he spoke little english The stowaway seemed to understand And followed miguel to a hiding spot And placed his life into his hands After many days in fear They safely reached the port And there the stowaway was set free And the captain brought to court But then things took an evil twist And justice seemed to fail For miguel was held as a refugee And the captain freed on bail And the company of the maersk dubai Brought lawyers by the pack Who would search for technicalities To let the case slip through the cracks So while the lawyers search for loopholes Miguel still sits and waits In some small room, his future ruined While justice hesitates And I wonder what the captain thinks Each evening in his bed And if he shares his dreams at night With the recent dead For captain there will be a day When your soul will wash up on heaven's shore I pray that when you reach that day That god's mercy is more than yours And sometimes in the evening Miguel will take long walks And like the old sailor before him With the ocean he will talk And as he walks along He breathes in the ocean's morphine mist And looking once more across the night Dares the stars to grant a wish
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