I once knew a man Who lived for the chance To sail across the open sea
But when he grew old Without friend or foe He found it was not meant to be
So when he moved on Though none sang his song He wandered the Earth forevermore
And still to this day You can hear him say "How I wish I had danced When I'd had the chance On the wind and the sea And I'll never be free Of this regret"
These are the lyrics to a Classic Art Song I wrote. It's meant to sound rather robust.