Unconquerable

It matters not how straight the gait
Hensley once wrote for me.
The captain goes down with the ship;
it's inevitibility.

How charged with punishments the scroll
I know not, as if it mattered.
My head is still held high, Hensley,
though I am bruised and battered.

I still stand unconquered.
Master of fate am I;
stepped upon and persecuted,
but refusing to ever die.

The captain's rank is on my shoulder.
My command is this ship of blood.
Through drought and pain I'll stand,
through trial and through flood.

It matters not how straight the gait,
I know this much is true:
I will fight with every breath
until my life is through.