I love using familiar rhythms to make sense of my life. To sing my song in a familiar tune, especially something historical that touched me so I recorded it to memory.
I hope it also makes sense to you!
O captain! My captain!
On a fearful trip I’m on
Learning to weather painful racks
As micro wins are won
An answer near, faint voice I hear
Toward you I’m staring
While I hold on tight to the trembling rail
Of a vessel grim and daring
But O heart, heart, heart
O the bleeding drops of red
For years you were held captive
And passed off as dead
O captain! My captain!
Rise up and hear my call
Rise up, for you I’m working now
For you I feel those trills
For you I write, I think and cry
For you my mind is churning
For you I call, swaying in angst
My face hesitantly turning
Oh captain, dear heart
I stepped out of my head
It is some dream when I wish to feel
You remain but cold and dead