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

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