The sea is choppy,
the wind is strong,
I don't like being away from home,
but what is home?
I am scared,
I don't know if I can do this,
I hear your voice in my memory,
'Do this for me'
And that is all I need.
I don't like waiting to board.
I don't like being away from home.
But what is home?
They took my home away.
The sun shines on the park
It is done.
The sea is so blue, so green
the sky is blue but the clouds are coming
I did that for you
for what it's worth.
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