[Verse 1] He was born where the gulls cry over broken piers, Barefoot boy with a pocket full of fears, Worked the docks for a copper and a crust of bread, Dreamed of cannon smoke and the words unsaid. He’d watch the tall ships lean into the tide, Hear the old salts brag of the sea’s dark side, Every scar a story, every oath a flame, And he swore one day they’d know his name. [Pre-Chorus] With a rope in his hands and the wind in his hair, He said, “Ocean, take me if you dare.” [Chorus] Oh the tide don’t care where you’ve been, It’ll make you a king or drown your sins, Raise the black and let it fly, Let the cannons roar against the sky, From a dockside stray to a captain bold, With a heart of fire and a grip of gold, He carved his fate on the open sea — The boy became what he swore he’d be. [Verse 2] Signed his name with a shaking hand, Swabbed the deck under cruel command, Learned the knots and the cutlass bite, Learned how to read the stars at night. Storms would crack like the devil’s drum, Men would pray for the dawn to come, But he’d laugh at lightning, stand his ground, While the captain cursed and the crew spun round. [Pre-Chorus] When muttered whispers filled the air, He stepped up steady without a prayer. [Chorus] Oh the tide don’t care where you’ve been, It’ll make you a king or drown your sins, Raise the black and let it fly, Let the cannons roar against the sky, From a deckhand bruised and battle-worn, To the man that the sea reborn, He carved his fate on the open sea — The boy became what he swore he’d be. [Bridge] Steel rang out on a moonlit night, Brother turned on brother in the fight, The old captain fell with a shattered cry, And the boy just watched him die. He didn’t smile, he didn’t boast, Just gripped the wheel and faced the coast, Said, “Any man who sails with me, Sails for gold and loyalty.” The black flag rose with a snapping sound, And every man there gathered round. [Final Chorus Bigger] Oh the tide don’t care who you are, It’ll make you legend or leave you scarred, Raise the black and let it wave, We fear no king and we kneel to no grave, From a hungry child on a broken shore, To a name they whisper forevermore, With thunder’s roar and a captain’s plea — The sea took a boy… And gave back a captain free.
