I'd rather be the
ship that sails and
rides the billows wild
and free than to be
the ship that always
fails to leave it's port
and go to sea.

I'd rather feel the
string of strife, where
gales are born and tempests
roar, than to settle down
to useless life and rot in
dry dock on the shore.

I'd rather fight some
mighty wave with honor and
supreme command and fill
at last a well-earned grave,
than to die in ease upon
the sand.

I'd rather drive where
sea storms blow, and be the
ship that always failed to
make the ports where it would
go, than to be the ship that
never sailed.