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I could not see the ocean
the wave was not for me
and safe beyond the borders
my soul was never free

Then weeping stirred the ocean
a ghost flew to the nest
and swept away the homeland
to say: this is not west

Bewilderment my darling
I feel this very night
where is your guiding spirit
where is the path of light

A kingdom is approaching
and order is at hand
the tribes are in the courtroom
their singing will be band

And this may be the last song
you ever get to hear
they watch me from the council
the troops are drawing near

Bewilderment my darling
I feel this very night
where is your guiding spirit
where is the path of light