El Dorado
September 18, 2009I remember a dream in my childhood
There was a captain of a fleet of ship
A voyage towards chests of fame and gold
To grip tighter to a shaken kingship
In the way he made himself a believer
As the sunset sunk deeper behind him
Right is where the wheel is to maneuver
Although the end is like the devil’s grim
Poked in the head he woke up as a start
And realized that his kingship was thrown
Now a captain left with a struggling heart
Paddled in the dark, weary and alone
A dying light at hand, a heart that hopes
Facing sunsets was the last thing in mind
Finding the end of the line, the boat gropes
A hoping heart may stray, but ‘tis ne’er blind
Lady, will you be waiting at the end
And muster for me the courage to fend?
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