I stand aboard my vessel grand And gaze upon the troubled seas Darkness looms above the waters And fills me with unease. I smell a storm upon the air My mental crew begin to brace The pain of storms that've come to pass Leave scars upon my face. My crew look far in frightened gaze And brace as they prepare For damage done to all but one The captain will be spared. I, the captain, seem unmoved My wits as strong as stone Crew are shaken to the core, And frightened to the bone. But as the captain stands at bow My back faced to the crowd The scars I bare are hidden from The masses by a shroud. I stand unwavered by the tales That frighten them with myth My will is iron, and heart is steel Because I learned to smith My will was honed by horrid nights As thunder shook my soul. My heart was hardened by the storm As mourning took its toll. I use the pain from all my scars To keep the storm at bay. And though the crew may seem unsure The captain knows the way