• I am the sailor
    This I decree
    As I smell the spindrift and taste the salt
    In the center is me
    The wind slaps my face
    And to waves I give chase
    Gull’s cry ringing
    A spectacular race
    For this is my home
    Not just where I reside
    But where I feel safe
    Somewhere inside
    Do you know this place
    Where your soul is true?
    I know mine
    So I wish luck to you