The sky is clear, the air is icy.
The boat I steer has my faith.
It moves on, straight and steady.
The sea is calm, reflects my shadow.
I dream of shores and harbours,
what may swim the deep below.
Wanderer on the watery waste,
wind in my sail determines
when I may cruise or make haste.
Be it my wish or fault, I am here.
The stronger my spirit, the less I fear.
With the waves I drift and drift.
Crystal lamps the grey clouds shift.
From ocean dreams I will wake.
Another path I will take.