In Exile

O' the stars were aligned,
the formation of our being was ready.
The bottle of Red was placed,
and the pouring of our hearts was not steady.

The old days and vibrancy,
we could not escape our fate.
Tied to the broken mast of piracy,
the siren song was my new estate.

I was smashed upon the rocks on foreign shores,
Wild cattle upon the hill were so affluent.
Stranded in exile surrounded by those stars,
I needed to learn again, again to be gallant.