oh what an old tale, I would love to set sail.
in the glamorous sea, I feel free.
where you and I belong, we will get along.
the winds hum songs of silver and blue,
whispering secrets the sailors once knew.
each wave a promise, each tide a dream,
pulling me further into the gleam.
no map, no stars, just faith to steer,
the open horizon drawing me near.
for freedom isn’t found on land—
it drifts where hearts understand.
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 11:20 AM UTC
oh what an old tale, I would love to set sail.
in the glamorous sea, I feel free.
where you and I belong, we will get along.
the winds hum songs of silver and blue,
whispering secrets the sailors once knew.
each wave a promise, each tide a dream,
pulling me further into the gleam.
no map, no stars, just faith to steer,
the open horizon drawing me near.
for freedom isn’t found on land—
it drifts where hearts understand.
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