The Southern Wind

Everyday I drive through an old road very few folks take,

And on that road, on the south side, lies a colossal blue lake.

Mystery surrounds the sight, as if it had a past that was haunted,

But beauty still resides in the icy blue, that at least can be said.

Each time I look at its waters, bizarre emotions rise in me,

As if I am getting a calling, a calling from the sea.

A wanderer I am, and strange roads I take, yet my heart yearns for more.

What end will my journey bring for me I don't know,

But a Southern wind blows from the north,

And it tells me of stranger roads to walk, and tells me of the sea.

The ghostly lake bores nought for me in its depth except a message,

Of which my mind has no understanding of but my heart does.

Serenity lies in it even in storm, is it the curse or a blessing?

Though my wisdom says neither is true,

As I have walked through paths more evil,

But still, it gives me a calling, a calling from the sea.

A wanderer I am, and strange roads I take, yet my heart yearns for more.

What end will my journey bring for me I don't know,

But a Southern wind blows from the north,

And it tells me of stranger roads to walk, and tells me of the sea.

Of mermaids and leviathans I have heard many tales,

Of pirates and Sea captains I have heard many songs,

Of abnormal faces in the water not yet dead, such stories been told,

Of abnormal discs that emerge from the oceans and disappear into the sky,

I have heard them all, and seen most.

Yet a strange calling I get, a calling from the sea

A wanderer I am, and strange roads I take, yet my heart yearns for more.

What end will my journey bring for me I don't know,

But a Southern wind blows from the north,

And it tells me of stranger roads to walk, and tells me of the sea.