Raise the sails

Call me Ishmael, adrift upon the waves, Chasing horizons where the fearless heart craves. With hope as my anchor, dreams set the course, I journey to places where truth shows its force. My quest is pure, though seems wild at first glance, In pursuit of a greatness worth the advance. The ocean, my mentor, whispers secrets so wide, I'm drawn to its call, with the tide as my guide. [Chorus] Riding the storm, I search for the land, Raise the sails, ho-ho-ho, with my heart in hand. I've braved the unknown, where wild spirits host, A relentless desire for what's distant, my boast. I try, I fall, yet I grasp what's in reach, Confronting the unknown, it's the fear I must breach. They say it's a sin to challenge the day, But I'd face down the sun if it stood in my way. Human folly runs deep, a cunning beast in disguise, It lingers and stalks until our demise. [Chorus] Riding the storm, I search for the land, Raise the sails, ho-ho-ho, with my heart in hand. We're all fractured souls, seeking repair, From our brokenness, we find strength to bear. Madness circles above, preying on thought, Spinning its torment, in its trap we're caught. Rest when it comes, don't let worries steer, For the mind holds mysteries as vast as the seer. Love bends our bias when we answer its song, And grand tales are born, inspiring the strong. [Chorus] Riding the storm, I search for the land, Raise the sails, ho-ho-ho, with my heart in hand. My path is iron, through valleys I roam, Over peaks and through shadows, I'm finding my home. The sea's soft enigma, with its powerful lure, Speaks of the depths below, their allure to endure. Books, stand aside, bring us truths to unfold, For it's we who imagine the stories untold. Beware the thoughts that give rise to a fiend, A bound Prometheus, for humanity he's deemed. [Bridge][Narrator] In the sea's embrace, my story's told, where giants dance, my fate's behold, Through calm and chaos, my spirit's flight, Call me Ishmael, a seeker in the night. [end] depths below, their allure to endure. Books, stand aside, bring us truths to unfold, For it's we who imagine the stories untold. Beware the thoughts that give rise to a fiend, A bound Prometheus, for humanity he's deemed. [Bridge][Narrator] In the sea's embrace, my story's told, where giants dance, my fate's behold, Through calm and chaos, my spirit's flight, Call me Ishmael, a seeker in the night. [end]