"What is the driving force that takes us
To the deepest whirl of our adventures
To pursue the fame and gold
And to see what fate has to unfold
And this I ponder while standing on the deck
A stormy gale and cold rain blowing to my face
Ruthlessly chapping the skin
Enforcing the corrosion within
Be it the growing Autumn in my heart
With the rain flooding in my eyes
And the rusty foliage reigning in its glory
'Tis when I hasten - for the waters await
No matter if the ocean
Is not cold and fierce
Nor is it warm and loving
Whether the Arctic winds or tropical breeze are blowing
For where the sea is free - there too, I find my peace"
