A city of Maritime, the feet in the water

The head high in the air

I laid across the warm sands

Of the beaches

On my homeland

The sun rested on the golden horizon

Rays of light bounced on the waves

Drinking from a chalice

I had stolen

For a moment I knew

Silence was bold and

Rest assured so was I

Because in the city of Maritime

Our hands on the naval perception

The hearts having left the town

Warm sands gone in the cannon fodder

The head high in the air put down

Cool feet pushed out of the water

Not a single voice was heard

For silence was bold

In Maritime’s falling, so was I

Once I left my hometown, my heart sank

As the ashes rose to the arid sky

My spirits went down far below

To the memories of Maritime

To the songs of the old

Over the forests of Azure it stretched

Beyond the grassy plains it grew

Crossing the desert's arm it crept

The windy, ever-determining feeling of Completion

It brushed along softly in the wind and brought the Movement

Under the wings of Night, it traveled relentlessly in search

Search for a light to complete its travel, to end it all

And this light lay in the heart of the smiling Love

But before the light, were the deserts,

Seen in the distance were the grassy plains,

And right before it stood the forests of Azure

The Completion crossed each place hastily

Love had been achieved, it was the resting place for Completion,

Completion found Love to be true but had one last travel to make,

Perhaps the most important travel of all

The stretching, growing, creeping Crossroads

I saw a friend, oh a friend, howdeedoo?

And he sang high while I sang low

And nothing in between but love to show

Just maybe, oh maybe, I showed it well

We met again and again we sang

Butchering and flowering each rippling note

While my mind found its way into a hole

Lost but informed of where to go

I met a friend, a friend I'd say

So wonderfully and carefully showed me the way

As I thanked her I spoke of her to my old name

And he played his mandolin of the coming happy day

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So I found my way back home this stormy night

For the living dream it spoke of what to leave behind

Just maybe, oh maybe, I'll do it kind