There are many ways but only one direction…
There are many thoughts but only one intention…
There are days to live and nights to die
And I’ve always wondered why…
The sea before me, at times all powerful
But yet benign,
provides the calmness that enters through my eyes
to soothe my spirit as she guides my wanderings through what we call life.
We all cross the sands to reach the water…
We all cross through dreams, happy the dreamer…
We all cry at times; at times we don’t bother…
The sea is the sand and the sand the border,
Of this road we call life.
Our future is our past and our present is eternity.
And thought the road seems rather narrow,
our footsteps fit somehow.
Whether its sand,
whether its the salty sea
or even high, high in the air,
The road is there, somewhere,
From one have all things come
And we’re all walking home.