Heirs of peace

A-hoist and A-mast O' thee heirs of peace

A noble and gallant furl awaits a new shore

A steady churn from rival ensues the glide

Hereby reaping faster; assailing the arid plane

Off to the gallant sea we ride!

A travel of chancing venture delving in pristine and unseasoned lands

As we sail; the trade winds have served us with affection

The bough steers forward with great thwarting thrust

Nearing is the precipice and assuming with closed eyes

The long and dark voyage that is facing truth

We silently shout victory with a wistful desire inside

We have claimed the illusive and never shall sail back

At last the surrounding ebb has swallowed the shadows

Stirring forth the first bounty of light

Hearken! There be land!

On the grassy knoll rests the vision of perfection

We are then abounding near the resonant home of voyage

Thanking our proud and faithful hands giving all inspiration

We dock in the lagoon at the bewitching moment

The gate of chance and fortune has spared the receding tide

Then as the chains of time have eroded away from the salty mist

There is a calm so intrusive; penetrating like daggers of bliss

Amnesty falls affectedly upon my lap

And today is the newfound sanctuary that will surely last

By this sea I will rest among retiring my days

And by this new land I am held in it's beloved hand

I have endured the lowly patron never as free

But now I am fortuitous on this wheel

For I am now forever the heir of peace