The Crossing

In the dead of night
Wrapped in silence, unobserved
I’m ready to set sail

Lift the anchors up
Start the engines to release
A venture off the trails

Drifting through the dark
To the wilderness of dreams
A vessel as my home

Destiny ignored
All I need is to inhale
The scent of the unknown

I’ve been safe but insecure – roots so deep for years
Thought I needed so much – now it hurts to be free

Wherever I get – all mem’ries will abide
But this day is the first of the rest – of the rest of my whole life

There is no map of where I’m heading to
Tonight Fate will turn the wheels
I got no compass, no magnetic North
The world is lying at my heels

There is no map of where I’m heading to
Tonight Chance is at the helm
I got no compass, no magnetic North
The world is suddenly my realm

This is my crossing