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New Wave

How long must we wait,
For the ships to leave the docks?
So, we can chart a new path,
To unfamiliar rocks.
We’ll tread a new course,
And we will never fail.
Yes, how long must we wait,
For the ships to set sail?
We’ll travel the seas,
And we’ll travel for miles.
Clear paths in the forest,
And wander awhile.

When will we leave,
To the lands of the past?
Sick of the waves,
Washing up past the mast.
I will not rest,
Till your in my arms.
I’ll never leave land,
Till your safe from harm.

We’ll build a new foundation.
One nation, under god.
A new grain of sand for the motherland,
And the glass façade.
So, when will we say,
Our last saving grace?
When will the flag,
Find a final resting place.

When will we leave,
To the lands I knew before?
Sick of task,
And the lands we explore.
I will not return,
Till their pockets are lined in gold.
I will never leave,
Till the sea swallows me whole.

We wake up at 4 am,
And we sound our alarm.
We anchor at the port,
Met by the new waves of their arms.
When will the waves,
Lead us to the shore?
Who knows what treasures,
Unknown had in store.
Prisoners of discovery,
Cells of the oceans in between.
But, we’ll keep pushing westward,
To the world never seen.

When will we go back,
To our family and friends?
Sick of the commands,
Not cutting any slack.
I will not sleep,
Till all is seen by mortal eyes.
I will never stop,
Till your waves turn to goodbyes.