A woman's heart is like an ocean.
It is wide, deep, and wild.
Men sail on it trying to get across to find where the promised land is.
They try to conquer it.
They try to measure its depth.

Some find the land and decide to stay there for good. They build a home and cultivate it.
Some find it, feel satisfied that they have conquered the ocean and go back to sail and conquer another ocean.
Some never find it and get frustrated.
Some confront terrible storms and drown.

And they all sing the same old song....
'' i want to sail the ocean...
Let me sail far away across the ocean...
I miss the sound of the waves beneath my ship...
I miss the smell of the salty waters...
I miss the touch of the wind on my skin...
Let me sail far away....
Away to find the land beneath the stars''