Will you be my peace, please?

May I hold your hand, sailor?
For the sake of my peace, please?
I promise I won't let it go,
And do not let the beats in your heart cease.
When a religion was forced upon me,
I ran across, and stayed away from the blue,
Sailor, I wish I had come across you on the way, cause,
I would have converted my religion to you.

I want you as my peace, please?

I came to your city, while your memories were lost,
I know not which door I should be shouting at,
I left the next day when I found you were hiding,
Behind uncouth favours, at such a mere cost.
Favours were called in to have you checked.
Street word, sailor? Your memories were on sale.
The sea was slowly turning red and that
You, bartered them, for this level of wreck.

I am my peace, please.

I prayed to the gods and the devil alike.
May you be blessed with all that you desire,
They held my collar and lifted to strike.
How dare I ask for peace from fire?
Sailor, moving on is always hard,
Oh, the bonds I'd have to sever,
But if peace was what I was asked to bet for,
Those streets will have my footsteps never.