Gentle breath, your touch my course,
Soft wind, you lift my spirit\'s weight,
The harbor of my dreams awaits,
This journey\'s bound, uncertain fate.
My vessel\'s call, a whispered plea,
To drift and dance, untamed, set free,
Or else I falter, sink to sea,
I seek the stars, I seek to be.
This art, this heart, this ancient craft,
With tender hands, I steer my raft,
And prayer’s breath, a sacred draft,
To chart the paths that cross and graft.
Relieve me now, this anchor’s chain,
Forgive my faults, dissolve my pain,
With every wave, a soft refrain,
Release my soul to sail again.