Rumor has it our world has an end,
Four edges where water flows away
And everything between has been seen,
Uncovered lands all known to mankind.

I beg to differ with that limited horizon.
For no matter how long I run to the edge,
The ground beneath my feet never ends.
The sky goes on and on forever.

Even if Man covers every inch of Earth,
There's still something left to discover.
Ah this magnificent unknown beyond the horizon,
How I long to see what the end of the line really is.