Take Way to the Sea

Man on the sea
He’s following me.
Glory to all his days
weaving paths along the way.

He wishes he could go back to a simpler time
when the waves would show you the way;
the markers of the compass,
but the water is rough.
Too hard to hold on
and the boat begins to sway…

Take him back to the good times,
sun beating down on his neck,
freckles on his back,
where the waters were calm
and he was all alone
but loved it nonetheless.

All he needed to do was tell her how he felt,
but his virtue was his pride
while stubbornness and terror were his only vices
(you’ll never know what that means).

Some would say,
and as legend tells it,
look for the North Star
You will see his friendly grin
and one day, he will ring the bell
and set sail for one last ride.

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