(Verse 1) He pushed away at break of day, A wooden hull, a sky of gray. No harbor lights, no guiding hand, Just open waves and no more land. The shoreline faded into mist, Like something that he never kissed. Only wind and salt and foam— An endless blue to call his home. (Bridge) No map to trace, no star to claim, Just beating heart and whispered name. The ocean wide, the silence deep— Promises it will not keep. (Chorus) No land in sight, just sea and sky, Where water breathes and gulls don’t cry. He rows into infinity, A speck against eternity. If hope is just a fragile spark, It flickers in the growing dark. No land in sight, no end in view— Just endless blue. (Verse 2) By day he trails the silver shoals, Bright scales like scattered coins of souls. He slips into the cooling tide, Lets quiet currents be his guide. He swims among the living light, Where shadows turn to liquid white. For just a moment he belongs— To ancient depths and wordless songs. (Bridge) At night he counts the scattered fire, Each distant star a thin, stretched wire. He names them like forgotten friends, And wonders where the darkness ends. (Chorus) No land in sight, just sea and sky, The moon a watchful, distant eye. He rows into infinity, A pulse within immensity. If faith is all that he can keep, He guards it where the waters sleep. No land in sight, no end in view— Just endless blue. (Bridge) Storms have torn the sail apart, Salt has carved his hands and heart. Thirst and doubt begin to rise, Horizon empty as his eyes. When all hope feels overthrown, He whispers, “I am not alone.” (Final Chorus) Then faint and low against the dawn, A darker line the night has drawn. No longer lost in sea and sky— A shape beneath the morning’s cry. With final strength he grips the oar, And feels the sand beneath once more. From endless blue to solid ground— An island shore is found.
