Safe I stand on my island
Secure, while warm summer breeze blows from inland meadows
And fragrance from well rooted trees and plants assure me of peace
From the shore of my island I look inland
And see the strong granite rock supporting the stones of my dwelling
Not spacious, but secure
And all is familiar
But if I turn my gaze toward the ocean, I see the wild waves
I hear the power of the tides pounding the pebbles of my land
I see storm tossed crests and tempests
Beating at bows of broken vessels
I dread the sound of the mariner's cry
And fear to hear the sobbings of suffering souls
I long to face the shaded shore
To plant my feet into the safe soil
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And yet, have I not looked inland long enough
Is the restless ocean stirring my slumbering soul
Does the spirit move on the face of the dark water
To awaken me from comfort's sleep
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