As a kid I always looked towards the sea.
A fondness of water and dreams of what to be.
Maybe a captain of a ship out to explore and see.
Those days are all long past and just a memory.
As an adult I always look towards the land.
An ideology that separates me from what I planned.
I loved the sea and over it now I stand.
Those days of being kid are gone, now I am a man.
A man who misses home.
A man at sea.
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins
And there love and courage mends what hate creates
And there hope and sacrifice defends what hate debates
And there truth and honesty amends what hate narrates
To cool the societies trends
Let us leave this place where the smog blows black
And dark news blinds our vision to no ends
Past the divisions that causes odd beauties to grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go,
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
I’ll take your hand, you’ll shall take mine.
Together we’ll go away from this place and find,
Where love and courage creates: unity.
Where hope and sacrifice debates: hate.
Where truth and honesty narrates: love.
To the place where the sidewalk ends.