Many times I crossed that ocean,
from the north up to the south.
I tried explaining about feelings,
with all the words, which I wrote down.

Many times I heard that ocean.
There were some stories full of pride.
The stories told did make me happy,
but also others made me cry.

Many times I said: “Hey Ocean!”.
“Take me with you on your tide”.
“Because I like to meet those people,
which live there on your other side”.

And many times he called my ocean.
“Come take your boat into the waves”.
The things you find at all your journeys,
will be your passion, once engraved”.

Today I look across the ocean,
I know that day in future comes.
In stormy winds I’ll set my sails to,
where raises every morning sun.