Touching the water in the canal Seeing the mist arising A sea-gull is crying far away I look into the direction af the ocean Suddenly i found myself On a ship and floating Ahead to the gulf where the sea should beginn After some miles on my new home I came to an opening Where i could see the wide open blue A dream was coming true The first waves were ariving to the boat The welcome af liberty A cool brise was blowing through my hair This was the beginning of the trip Always sailing to the south A strong energy was pulling me somewhere To a place i did not know The wind was blowing stronger Following only the sun On the horizont still far away Land was apearing as a little spot I knew this was the end of the journey It wasn´t fear but happiness and hope That made me change the direction Towards the nearer coming place I was looking farward to The sand that touched the boat Was white and soft as flower The island was the paradise I´ve ever been dreaming of