The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring
You are my Captain. I’m staying on board with You, Sir. I see Your strength holding. Land will be in sight soon.
I am the captain of my ship. I am raw, weathered, exhausted and hungry. But I do not fall, nor stop. I am strong. I continue on, standing on the bow, through the storm.