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 dare 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.