The Saint.

This is the story of a man,
Who conquered life drink in hand
Ship unmanned.

Marked by genius, channelled good,
By some a bit misunderstood.
They'd been wrong many times before.

Never a stranger to late night snake
bite fist fights and empty pints,
Unrivaled heights.

They led with songs, they sang along,
created bonds that held so strong,
Some were right and some were wrong.

It's by the sea and at nights end
that's when the sin and swill begin
That's when they had that certain light inside him head.

For every whisper they would scream
for every draught they shared a drink
For every sorrow there is a light
from our St. James.

On the sea by the cliff he watches,
they waits the night to see
The day - theirs way
Last call will find us all
But there's a light that leads the way, our way.

Some times our saints are sinners,
They blur the lines and lead the way,
Their Way.

Raise hell and a glass in reverence,
The fearless lives of our great saints - our saints.

Author's Note

I'm new.
Thanks for reading.
I appreciate it.
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