Maritime

Now all the maps are gone

I am the sailor who sings a new song

I am pulling up the anchor.

I am unfurling the sail

I am the only hand on deck

But I know a wind that will prevail

I have a guiding star to navigate

For a horizon through a sound

For here is my destination

That I have already found

High above me, a new heaven

Way down below, a new hell

The crossing of the two is something I dispel

Streaming clouds scatter crystals in the sun

It means little to me that I am the only one

My determination and resolve is for all to see

To follow in my wake

To liberate and be free

 

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