Martha

Nothing’s left to slake, sing any song you choose, seek eternal escape, pray with all your bones, they’re a simple crew, tell them where to go, reason says too late, to heal these broken dues, any brigand seeks escape, prefers to be alone, all of life’s tune, don't worry if I'll cope, find some tide or sail, any sea will do, another lover surely waits, a knife to the throat, we’ll sail across the blue, what is left to hold, except what’s mine anyway, a captain of my slew, treasure from the Spanish Main, I am one sassy dude.