Out at sea

Out on the ocean surrounded by the stormy grey seas
The longing for family and home is all that bothers me
I can weather a storm, lightning, thunder, and all
We can not stop for a broken stern or falling tree

We sail through the storm only one man’s been lost
We have much to do today to have that be the only cost
Now mastless and limping I man one of the oars
As the men and I row and refuse to exhaust

Now with shore in sight, we begin to rejoice
We are home at last, the flag of victory we hoist
When an awful wave comes and capsizes our vessel
Save my brethren or go home, that is the choice

Which pain do I choose to burden?