I reflect on my life from the hangman's noose;
How do we come to these lives we choose?
I took all I wanted, with little regret.
Not a care wasted on silver I spent.
We raped and pillaged, no matter the cost.
Our greed was empowered, our poor souls lost.

I stood before you, with a quilty plea,
for a life of piracy and treason at sea.
I was my own captain, not any man's slave,
you will scorn me and spit on my grave.
You will seek out my treasure of silver and gold
spend all my fortune, while my body lies cold.
Don't turn away from this dark force you see.
We are so much alike, you and me.

~~by Soaring Spirit
©2000
 

The midi is Stranger On A Hill © Bjorne Lynne

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