• The sun peeks over the eastern shore,
    the roaming pathways to light.
    They twist and turn, to and fro,
    but which is the path to home?

    The wind blows fickle across the sea,
    the foaming waves to churn.
    By breeze and gale, it urges forth,
    But is it the way to home?

    The stars shine bright in the velvet sky,
    together lighting the heav'ns
    As constantly they change, they stay,
    and lead the way to home.