And I wait for a vessel to carry me away
Far, far from this madding crowd
Far from the fake smiles, the pretense
The curtsies, the handshakes
The hugs, the kisses in the air…
On to oceans open, transparent
The honest rumble of the waves
The true dialog of the gulls,
The whispering rustling of the sails
The pure sound of whistling wind…
The salt in the breeze on my smiling lips
Mingled with tears of happy release
The days gone by slowly, swiftly receding
Into the fading distance
As this vessel
This vessel of freedom carries me away….
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