O.C. Bearheart

Here There Be Adventure

Seek the mountains beyond the sun

Grasp firmly your blade, my lad,
Let fly your tattered colors,
Let go of the life you once had
And get ready for the others
That await you just beyond those hills,
Yes, just beyond that skyline.
Not petty, shallow thrills,
Or dangers hidden in the malign,
No, excitement and adventure
Are just waiting for us there,
Sailing past the land’s indenture,
With the wind whipping our hair,
Let us go, aye! Let us go!
Let us see what’s there to see!
Let us learn the things the gulls know,
Hear the salt song of the sea!
I’ve my compass, you’ve your scope,
And all the stars are out to guide us.
All we need are courage, hope,
And that fire that’s inside us.

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