Its closing hour at the harbor,
I didn't see any whales today,
perhaps I would have, If I looked harder.
If I could, I really would like to stay.

But its to hard to sneak past the guards,
and whales don't like the moon,
so I'd rather lay back to see the stars,
than sit inside a quiet cocoon.

Beneath the willows of the sea,
the quiet beast still sings,
a lonely semi-silent decree,
of all his deadly loving kings.

For nothing comes with the first stride,
and everyone who was, is still alone,
now, if there was still a place to hide,
It would be full of all the wind that you've thrown.

Lost behind the folds of time,
the lies that were always called truth,
are gone because you realized ,
no wisdom is given with youth.