Wherever the ships turn,
The seas remain true
No storm can tear apart
That weightlessness in you
Wherever the winds roam,
And gratitude is due
Alas, You long for golden foam,
You miss the interview
Somehow this life goes on,
Revealing something new,-
A symphony of One
Reflected in the few…
Somehow we’re reborn
And strangers hold a clue
Alas, You crave a heavy crown,
Not weightlessness in You