The Rolling Tide by Amelia D.

I blow my kisses      
I wave my goodbyes
As I set sail
Past the open skies
And if I die
But there’s no chance I will
Take me out of the mischievous ocean
And lay me down beside a hill
They bang the bottle against the boat
I hear a loud clatter
The rest of my shipmates tell about what the war holds for us
But to me it doesn’t matter
I look forward to the endless ocean
My eyes stay open wide
As our boat sets sail to another land
Against the rolling tide