Crossing the ocean

Running away from my bastard life and my fear
I decided to face the waves
In my boat in the middle of the storm
My fear has made me strong

I arrived on a island of peace
When the rain had passed and the sun had risen
Coming back as a balm
And yellow birds playing and by my side

I looked back to the side and saw a perfect paradise designed by God
There were people walking and living inside the beautiful
That they had not to cross the ocean to feel fear
I saw how stupid I was to be so afraid

As I was a slave of my limited thinking
And did blame something that I know was my fear and my ego
But I went and I will go on
I will always cross the ocean to meet the happiness