So, I left the land that has seen me grow
A land where crops were watered with tears
Full of hope, full of questions
What if my demons could swim….

Will I be met with treasures or foreign arrows?
Shall I taste *** or blood?
A fertile land or the plague?
Such myths were told about those far-away places…

I have heard about palaces full of gold
Islands inhabited by mermaids
Leviathan and krakens
But all I can feel is the wind rushing through my ears

Last night I caught up with my fears.
Different place, different live?
Now it is the sea that is tasting my tears.
Tonight if I don’t sleep with the sirens, I’ll be sleeping with my doubts.