Beauty reflected from the road

Beauty reflected from the road

He who works

Works within

The possibilties

Of freedom

Governed by

An authory

Ruling, ruling

Over waves

Of seas

And oceans

Currently calling out

Cries and cries

Before we met

We met freedom

On an island

Met the dark within

Drank rum and whisky

Upon eternal sands

Like a bedouin

A lost soul

Searching his answers

Answering to his heart

Only

Living like the

Zaratustra camel

At the crossing

At the cross

Of desert warfare

And the endless ocean

Waters of holy

Pure

Felt within

Spirit

Of those rogues

Those pirates

Those desert dwelling

Black anarchists

Who insist

Insist upon

A freedom that kills

The self

A captive

To free will

Will never be free

Will never be free

And will never see.