The sea is churning,
My stomach is burning.
My fear is filling the air,
And I'm starting to not care.
But I can see the sun on the horizon,
So today my spirit will not be dying.
I'm going to fight on,
And I know I'm not wrong.
Later today or maybe tomorrow.
I'm going to see a swallow.
And I'll follow that crazy bird.
To a land filled with happiness and things absurd.
And once on land I'll pursuit my dreams.
And hopefully nothing mean.
And I'll push on through this life.
To make for myself something truly nice.
So wind, blow my sails.
Birds, guide the gails.
And fish kick your tails.
Because together, none of us fails.