Touching the water in the canal
Seeing the mist arising
A sea-gull is crying far away
I look into the direction af the ocean
Suddenly i found myself
On a ship and floating
Ahead to the gulf where the sea should beginn
After some miles on my new home
I came to an opening
Where i could see the wide open blue
A dream was coming true
The first waves were ariving to the boat
The welcome af liberty
A cool brise was blowing through my hair
This was the beginning of the trip
Always sailing to the south
A strong energy was pulling me somewhere
To a place i did not know
The wind was blowing stronger
Following only the sun
On the horizont still far away
Land was apearing as a little spot
I knew this was the end of the journey
It wasn´t fear but happiness and hope
That made me change the direction
Towards the nearer coming place
I was looking farward to
The sand that touched the boat
Was white and soft as flower
The island was the paradise
I´ve ever been dreaming of
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