These winds have somehow changed your direction
Hold on, hold on until your knuckles are white
No one knows about the best of intentions,
It all means nothing till you stand and fight
One thing is certain the rest are lies, the flower once blown forever dies
From error to error, the truth is found
This is the race for the treasure, x marks the spot, just try not to drown
Though my sails are tattered, my anchor holds
Though the storm rages on I am not alone
Brace yourself, now the fight begins
My ship is surrounded, all hands on deck
My depravity drives me to the point of searching
for the sanity that I never really had
Not I but Christ, Not I but Christ
Though my sails are tattered, my anchor holds
Though the storm rages on I am not alone
Though my sails are tattered, my anchor holds
Though the storm rages on I am not alone
He who commands the winds and the waves is strong enough to save you
Oh captain my captain, this ship is yours.

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