They say the world changes by straightening the grounds for new flavors
Every quake curves each stroke, forming the contours of a new mountain,
Inside the ring of fire bore molten lavas eating through the crust in disdain
Leaving the sea of deep blue in the calm before the humble storm savors.
Polaris, the only star that points north and to us you're the only sailor
your compass moved and pointed in the opposite direction
the sea lulled as the boat stopped as we knew you're following your fervor
as we prepared to feast over the dangers with caution.
The joy in this journey pointed on the months that happened still,
maybe sorrow for those who really are compassionate,
there are also those whose knowledge were unraveled,
thanks to your guidance we were always never in peril.
The world to us now is shifting on a new level
hoping to hear how you venture your way through each mountain,
the humble storm had passed and the sea has now become a vessel,
May our paths cross once again.
