Like a ship graveyard
Where we sort through the rotten planks
To find the few good ones.
Together we may salvage
One seaworthy vessel
From the thousand capsized.
We all push off from shore
Without giving the land a last glance
We go past the breakers,
No map, just a promise.
A common faith
Of a country far away,
Something I’ve always known of.
It’s like the way the moon
Chases a Sun it’s never seen
Except for in dreams.
We all work the ropes
And steer the rudder
For the compass is etched
On all of our hearts.
– Vagabond Prophet
Vagabond Prophet 