There is a sea in the soul of all men Who dare to choose The winds of their destiny Those who sail, know they could never return Back to the shores of their land Follow the dream, soar with the tide Glory and gold, shine through the magic rain Free as the wind, will you be legend or drown in the oceans of pain There was a boy, born and raised in a cruel time He lived in a town by the coast All of his life, he daydreamed of fame and adventures Far from the dust of his land Follow the dream, soar on the tide Glory and gold, shine like a magic rain Free as the wind, will you be legend or drown in the oceans of pain That boy is a man, his eyes as grey as the cold wind That carved all the scars in his heart So many years, he struggled at sea For his own life, slave to the wheel of despair Nothing is real, nothing but pain Floating adrift, tied to the bloodstained helm Watching the flames, as they devour Born of the oceans of pain
Posted on: Sat, 15 Nov 2014 08:34:15 +0000