Galleons The Compass Points North
Debris In the water
The waves break against my hull
I must hold fast
The search begins into the storm
Throughout the night we search
The compass points to you position
But mother nature has her way
We will not reach
We will not reach
I can hear her screams
Desperation!
Morning breaks and the skies are clear and calm
Dashed against the rocks
We find you laid there
Due east of our position
So close
So close
Yet so far
Yet so far
