sails made of jeans, pulled in tight
under the covers of inferior cloth
spend their last night under a firm hold
now they meet the sun they were yearning for too long, might've gotten old
fresh breeze on the air, inviting with uncertainty and chaos
don't be weary, shackles have been unlocked, and it's time go get what's yours
sail away from the swampy and smelly so-called harbor
because you survived the creature that tried to harm all that is yours
now with the new dawn, a brand new sun appears
high seas and crisp wind is asking for your appearance
sail away, sail away,
sail for a better day
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