Welc
me
- It’s with regret I pen these words,
- for you were never free.
- But if you chance to trust in me,
- I’ll take you to the sea.
- Away from all that troubles you,
- where minds of tyrants plot.
- Where many try and fail to live,
- the sea seems worth a shot.
- Where not the waves nor wind nor storm,
- though powerful they seem;
- Could ever break a spirit strong,
- who dared dream of the sea.
- So run with me that we’ll be free,
- and do not fear your blood.
- For when you dream the master’s dream,
- the old ones turn to mud.
- The dream is great and high and low,
- it pulls out all the stops.
- But fear remains for those afraid,
- of living like the gods.
- So dream the dream that came to me,
- and see what is your prize:
- The stars can wait; the world be yours,
- for God is in your eyes.
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