Little Boat 
Sailing through the storms   
Flying on the waves   
Forever, an eternal quest   
Is mine, for truth   

But it remains unseen   
Unheard of, hidden in the graves   
Of those who knew, and   
Couldn't tell me. Why?   

I'm shaken by the wind   
Blinded by lightnings   
Sailing through my final storm   
I'm dying on the waves   

In that remorseless ocean   
Of tears, my own tears...   
Taking me higher, higher!   
Where the truth prevails.

September 24, 1997
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