No sail as white as the one that covers my pale face
No rope as tight as the one I cling to now
No planks as thick as the ones I walked on
No water as cold as the one splashing over me
Perhaps we should have turned back
Rightful victory would never be achieved
At the cost of young men and old
And the captain's question of duty
It was not I, it was only we
The other men, the other friends
But I am the one who was left behind
I am the one to face the demons of old
In Remembrance of W. Warley