The Captain

"The Captain"- C. Acharya

Pain is one time, I am sure.
And that, they remember me,
As far as the sky goes.

Beautiful is that man, O my men,
Who has no fear,
Of his children who cry,
And those, who comfort and say,
You are the star in the sky.

Captain O captain, lead my way.
To my destiny; Glory and faith.
As for the sky, it must change.
From clean to maroon, just engage!

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