If life's a song on a warm pillow
If our dreams were sunk on an ocean floor.
A timeless journey wrapped in a day
A distant memory floating on the sea.
We are vagrants on these vast oceans
We are travellers of life's yesterdays.
We wash the moon and the stars with our tears,
We ride these waves with our grim tales.
Blood, sun and the sound of birds
We carry the music of the ocean whales.
With fear in our hearts, we seek new lands
With hunger in our fists, we seek new tomorrows...(To all boat people who have braved the oceans for a home somewhere.)
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