I'm in the middle of a very stormy trap
My strong sail is torn apart,
and I'm holding firmly against my heart
The waves clashes and pounds,
like an army of angry hounds
I sent a prayer of great distress,
so that the good Lord shall put me to rest
Why did I set sail on a hellish sea,
when I could be more comfortable and free?
I remember setting myself for a journey,
in search of a land full of milk and honey
As the wind clashes my ship,
I imagined it as a glorious trip
If I would die without a fight,
then I don't deserve to see the light
With all might I'll fight the rage,
with only courage as my sage
Maybe at the end of all tragedy,
Maybe at the end of all tragedy,
an island of hope eagerly awaits me
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