let us be gone before dawn’s first ray, before the lions leave their lair.
there will be no fishermen to tell of our tale,
nor anyone to halt us as we sail.
and by the morning’s light, we’d be halfway from anywhere.
the sun – my enemy – as the skies grow bright.
i stand vigilant yet you’re not in sight…
will we be free like yonder birds in flight?
or are we ultimately meant to lose this fight?