Oh, to ride the open sea
White topped waves in a gale
Nought compares to real fears
When life passes exceeding frail
Oh, to ride the open sea
White topped waves in a gale
Nought compares to real fears
When life passes exceeding frail
When we see some drunken lout
Causing havoc to those about
What holds us back from a reprimanding shout?
Is it fear, or just self-doubt?