Steer the oak helm north of the fold
the stag, the sea whip, the fire bird
they are the answer, so we’re told
Alina is our truth, our word.
Za svobodo, za svobodo.
We dream of an ordinary life
where all our kind are accepted
We dream of a world without strife
where no one has to bleed it.
Za svobodo, za svobodo.
The dark one stands on the hill
but the light continues on
unchartered waters fits the bill
for a new and peaceful kingdom.
Za svobodo, za svobodo.
NaPoWriMo – Day 10 – Sea Shanty
Charlie Ann Alford 