Through winding paths were questions grow,
Roads ahead may twist and flow.
The moon may wane, the winds may sway,
But step ahead - you'll find the way.
Through endless tides, (Father) ocean calls,
The waves may rise, then softly fall.
The sun will rise to light the bay,
Sail ahead - you'll find your way.
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