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By A Rusted Cog

Open your eyes child

And see a world anew

Listen closely child

And learn of a place built for you

The world is your ocean

You stand at your mast

You follow the taken trail

And you charge through fast

Brave the white sea

And follow the call

Travel the winds

And go ever far

Then reach your grand isle

And step foot on the soft shore

Your goal finally met

Your arms long sore

Then lower your sails

And lie in soaked earth.

For this isle is yours

so rest with great mirth.

Then open your eyes child

And see this world again

See the blood on your face

And the rain soaked in your hands

Listen closely child

Of the call of the sea

The crash of the waves

And the song of the breeze

Then raise your mast again

And once more, set forth

With tired arms and legs

and follow the trail north