The sky is empty
The sea is blue.
The floorboards creek
Below his boots
The sun sets behind his back
And the land rises before his eyes
The land of opportunity
Or so they say,
But he dreams of another place
A different time
And he sees his fate
Before the horizon
Casting its shadow
On the bright blue sea.
Dreaming of another time
Praying for another way.
The sea is blue.
The floorboards creek
Below his boots
The sun sets behind his back
And the land rises before his eyes
The land of opportunity
Or so they say,
But he dreams of another place
A different time
And he sees his fate
Before the horizon
Casting its shadow
On the bright blue sea.
Dreaming of another time
Praying for another way.
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