The skillful blacksmith back in time
starved for gratitude- his moment in life
passing him by. The ship's built for you,
no confines sailor! Let the waves take you down

The stars have already been mapped,
a universal plan former holders kept
You find reassurance in the word
of your predictable world

There's no difference in conquering
the ocean or a day for the god-fearing
spirit steering the wrong way

Lay down forsaken child
The cradle smithed for you is eternal
Your failures will be forgotten,
your ordinariness will be renowned