Every morning I wake and wonder
what the tide will bring asunder.
Travel to a wayward isle and listen to the ocean wild.
Lay my weary bones upon a beach and think of places I can reach.
Across the vast and gleaming seas I feel the rush inside of me.
As I leave worries in my wake, a gleam my eyes start to take,
of a sailor at the helm, my lifelong dream within reach, just across the ocean deep.
John Frederick
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