Ride the raging ocean, mates,
Ride the stormy sea.
There is a port across the deep
Where anchors can weigh.

Ride the mast-high waves, mates,
As they crash all around.
You're heading for the Silence
That dissolves all sound.

Ride the seas of chaos, mates,
Ride out the tongues of hell.
Morning will being peace
And a bouy's quiet bell.

Ah, ride the mountain swells, mates,
Sail steady and you'll find
The tranquil Ocean of the Soul
Surrounds these gales of Mind.

 

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