Give me the good sense, O’ God,
Though I am most useless of the blokes,
To see sense in First Lady’s plans,
And to laugh at my Captain’s jokes.
Though I am most useless of the blokes,
To see sense in First Lady’s plans,
And to laugh at my Captain’s jokes.
I too want to rise, my Lord,
I too want to belong.
I want to be in tune with times,
I surely can’t do no wrong.
I too want to belong.
I want to be in tune with times,
I surely can’t do no wrong.
I too have visions of me, my Lord,
To up to the highest reach;
In the interim, I don’t mind,
To be called a worm, snake or leech.
To up to the highest reach;
In the interim, I don’t mind,
To be called a worm, snake or leech.
To reach the highest of high, my Lord,
I don’t mind stooping so low,
As to kill my individuality,
And to say “yes”, when I mean “no”.
I don’t mind stooping so low,
As to kill my individuality,
And to say “yes”, when I mean “no”.
The only creed I have, my Lord,
Is my love for the blue oceans,
And somehow to make my own thoughts,
In sync with my CinC’s emotions.
Is my love for the blue oceans,
And somehow to make my own thoughts,
In sync with my CinC’s emotions.
I know that day won’t be far,
When I stand to get my just reward,
When everyone’d finally realize,
That I’ve really worked very hard.
When I stand to get my just reward,
When everyone’d finally realize,
That I’ve really worked very hard.
Some of the friends have complained that it is difficult to leave comments here. I am trying this out to see if it gets published.