As we load ourselves for the ocean voyage What we carry is all we own This journey's tale has been foreboding But the light will surely Shine I know
Will the freedom be worth the journey And all the hardships I must endure Or return a social slave to my past life I'm just hoping…..there's a great reward
We're sailing on into the sun From our oppressions we have run Looking towards the distant shore To West Horizon seeking more
Oppression comes in many forms Religious freedom's been denied Shackled slaves in a noble land Filthy peasants are the damned The time has come to leave this place Forget our names there's no disgrace For a chance to live our lives There's no time we're taking flight
Many dangers out at sea From starvation or disease And the storms that rock the ship Surely bring us to our end Guided only by the stars And a burning in your heart What can I say or can I do Will we truly find the land of the free Home of the brave