Never ending seascapes,
The lure for a young man’s dreams
Start the Revolution without me.
Contented to sit and stare at the horizon,
The rising of the sun,
Gives way to a new day,
The best way to start all over.
It is never too late to say you are sorry,
Borrowed time can end tonight,
We are not promised another day,
Play your hand and give it all to God tonight.
The might of regret can consume us for years,
Tears can heal, but can also drown.
I have forgiven my debtors,
And pray that I am released from those whom I owe,
I have towed the line for many years,
And the fears I had when I gave them to God,
Consumed me for an evening or two,
But God gave me grace and left me in peace,
So I sit and stare at the horizon
The rising of a new day,
And watch the wasted energy of those who scurry about
So start the revolution without me.
Peace and grace surround me.