I come now through horizon’s thunderous roar, then spread my wings in spirited soar, I am an Albatross.
Never kind a word you speak of world weary trek, as ever see only burden I hung around your neck.
So ever to pass then over rugged land and sea, still no place to stay I find there ever more for me.
Continue great migration we as do the oceans rolling tide, what bonds our flock is hope for more over some great distance wide.
Familiar ever in some whispered tale, from times they toiled under open sail, they speak of me Albatross.
What remained is little left but deep within my heart, burning so to light a fire and then my journey start.
Rising hope uplifting like by that bird’s feathered wing, in quiet shadow passing does no welcome bring.
From hardship have there many ventures born, amongst the shattered pieces of a life blown with the storm.
Easy seemed they to ignore the lives so torn asunder, so cast were we then to journey, and from then to endless wander.
We seldom see the coming squall, those life moments where we fall, we all could be an Albatross!
And though my journeys end be met with no a friendly eye, like that bird of story called Albatross, onward always will we fly!