At many shores the ocean seems to wave
Or I'm told I have yet to see the sea
As many ancestors rest in their grave
They must have dreamed of what was and could be
Voyages begin with a single mile
Every journey was born in the mind
It seems we are only here for a short while
Our vessels search for what their hearts can find
Heaven's, the destiny of every soul
Should be to seek a serene place to rest.
Yet restless pilgrims set a worthy goal
Looking for a holy grail, and land blest
Ships that set sail are set in their motion
By the winds of God's sacred emotion
