A thousand miles of land to see
And I stay right here. The place for me
is where I call home.
This world has plenty of places to roam
But there is no fulfillment there.
Nothing but pointless cheer.
So I instead look to the skies
Where man can tell no lies.
There is beauty abound
And lovely sound.
After the skies, I sail the seas
Where man does as he please.
The ocean has no end
Or any curves to bend
In its deep blue grace.
In the end the best thing, is the embrace
of that which I call sweet.
Not even the biggest fleet
Or a thousand armies could hold
Back this body of mine.  I fold
For no one. So I tell you
my dearest, one thing true.
What is lost can always be found,
And I'll always come back to you.