O Captain My Captain!!
I give my sword to thee
It has fought its way to glory
Martyr’s worthy it would be
Where my mama waits with moist eyes
Where cool breeze still flows through the meadows
And stars still shine in the skies
Its funny, at death, O Captain
The thing closest to my heart
Was neither hatred nor fear nor anger
It was the enemy’s dart
I measured the enemy O Captain
His eyes weren’t much different from me
They told a similar story
Of pain and agony
I fought for the kingdom O Captain
I fought for that last inch of land
Never asking for theories or reasons
Never thinking of making a stand
And so I lay on the field O captain
Wondering was the sacrifice worthy
And with pride (or guilt?) O captain
I give my sword to thee
