Mapping the Years - Saints Never Surrender

Storms and devastation.

Let’s leave again.

Pull up anchor.

Let the winds help us regain our momentum.

Let’s seize the day.

We will not flee in sight of merciless foes.

We have been deceived again by these calm waters luring us into treachery.

Row onward to Atlantis.

In irons we will see this voyage through.

May we set our hearts to unity,

and our hopes in this vessel

We all miss our mothers dearly,

but everyone knew,

one day we’d learn to sail.

And so we sail.

I’ve lost hope that we may find a calm.

I’ll ride out the strongest of storms with you by my side.

There is no hope for reconciliation.

I’ve burnt more bridges than I ever built.

Now I’m treading water,

in my own sea of despair.

Trying to prolong my own demise.

Have faith, it’s not the end.

You’re a champion.

There’s so much left to learn,

cause the treasures we seek are found in the most simple of things.

On broken brigs and tattered sails.

This will be our center of effort.