In days of old we toiled asunder

while machines were dreams oft in slumber.

Each tribe alike yet spread about,

the wide word alive like bursts of thunder.

There stood kings and queens many,

on hilltops they wondered at a land so free.

But it was the kin of you and me

who were so bound by the rolling sea.

Along the shore we found our peace,

to live at the whim of the building gale.

We wade with our family who don the scale,

so bound are we to the rolling sea.

At night cross cliffs some of us may stray,

But the glistening stars will guide the way,

Back to the sound of wave crashing glee,

For we are bound to the rolling sea.


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