
Cast off from the unforgiven hazy past with me
where lines of scars run deep over the salted banks
Set a course through the mist to the frozen white north
or the darkened groves of the haunted south
Take your lifeboat far out from the isle of empty
and of years gone by
If voices call out from the cragged bluffs
over the hollow howl of the lighthouse
that rages across the white capped sea
do not answer—for they are already gone.
Cast off from what could have been and what was
through silent swells and creaking hulls
Drift on, past who you thought you’d be and who you are
through ancient wrecks and crying gulls
Far, far from the quiet shores of the island, you’ll see yourself again—
who will you be?

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