AS I SAIL THROUGH HERE,
AS I SAIL THIS UNTAMED WATERS;
THE UNTAMED WATERS OF LIFE.
I SEE A WORLD IN PAIN,
I SEE A PEOPLE IN CHAINS.
AS I SAIL THESE UNTAMED WATERS;
I SEE PEOPLE IN VASES OF GOLD.
I SEE PEOPLE IN VASES OF CLAY.
AS I SAIL THROUGH HERE;
I SEE THE TWO SIDES OF LIFE,
I SEE THE HARSHNESS OF REALITY.
THESE UNTAMED WATERS ARE PURE.
AS I SAIL THESE UNTAMED WATERS;
I CAN NOT HELP BUT WONDER,
THE MYSTERIES OF THESE UNTAMED WATERS.
THESE UNTAMED WATERS CALLED LIFE.
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Presidor.
O. Sam’Sawyer.
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