Take a look at this my son
Before you start your run
They think that they’ll catch you
Like a wave
The ocean is oh so deep
But these men never sleep
And they aim to put you
On their plate
Go way down below
Where vision has a soul
And their fishing rods
Will be to late
I know deep within
You have learned to swim
And all they can do
Is cast their bate
So speak with me now
As I have shown you how
And live in a world
That you create
© 9/19/2008
William Grant Preston