Ballad of the Iron Coffin Angelo Pineda
Onwards to where the horizon meets the sea A place where you feel imprisoned but free A thousand miles away from family With a fate only determined by thee This is what we do in search of gold A selfless sacrifice for the comfort of those we dearly hold We brave the threat of warmth and cold In a place only conquered by the brave and bold All we do is count the time Every day is a moment closer to home The world’s seas is a playground to which we roam There is nothing we can do but sing The melody of the ballad of the iron coffin
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