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The Journey

Left homeport to find a new life

Adrift, a stranded sailor without a sail,

What water is this, I travel alone?

I search the horizon, to no avail.

 

Searching the seas for a new port to call mine

A storm came up, tore my ship ragged

Left with low provisions, and a mighty thirst

My mind is frayed, all jumbled and jagged.

 

Davy Jones is barking my name, from his list

Breeze comes up, makeshift I use my shirt

Feeble attempt to make my way to safe harbor

Please Poseidon send my journey to solid dirt.

 

A promising future is my one request

A life with honor, a partner, a friend

A new day dawns with red in the morning

The warning is ominous, I refuse to bend.

 

I defy the fates and make it through

Red sunset tonight bodes a better day tomorrow

Persevere and push on, change on the horizon

The gull is welcome, I reach a calm bay, end of sorrow.

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May 23, 2010
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