"Dear diary,

 

My Jospeh's latest letter tells of the perilous hardships he endured sailing round the Cape of Good Hope in Africa. He says its old name, Cape of Storms, far better suits these treacherous waters!

 

My continual prayers for his safety must have been heard, for thus far the Lord has spared him. May he continue safely on his journey and may the gentle winds guide him safely towards home."

 

Fearless skies, endless rains

Uncontrollable waves

War against the elements

Drive us all to our graves

 

Ruthless rage, blood red eyes

Epic ocean swells

The sky will break, the sea will take

Spirits roam near the shores

At the cape of storms

 

Flattered sails, tell their tale

Of our mighty crusade

Cold and warmth collide in fright

Never fading away

 

Devil’s mouth dooms our faith

May we strengthen our game

Men will fall, death will call

Curse the day you were born

At the cape of storms

 

As we ride through the tides

We will not hide, we will take pride

Destiny calls, demons fall

And we will be free

 

As we fly through our lives

Golden moon will be our guide

Lead us to God-powered light

And we will be free

 

Atlantic force, Indian strength

Fight a war of their own

Subject to infinity

We abide by the sea

 

Heartless sharks, hungry beasts

Circling ominously

Tempest tossed, hope is lost

Fear and horror take from

At the cape of storms

 

We will be forever free