These stormy seas are white with foam .The fog, is thick and deep.But my ship shall ever wander.Islands of peace,rare and treasured lie hidden among this sea.My ship is tossed in the sea,to the port of home I am bound
Through these seas treacherous clutch,I must be moving onward.For I have seen the world and am content.The one question I have yet to wonder,was the voyage worth it? Should I have gone with riches or simply stayed at home?This sea has long time stretched my patience.I am weary with the worries of the helm. I have arrived my family shouts with joy.The treasures of this home make all I suffered worth it.I have found a place to rest my weary soul.
