A new day has come
the sun has just fallen behind a mountain
night, now above the mountain
morning, a new day has come

when will I get to dry land?
I'm tired of these boisterous sea
the ship is too dark and I can't see
what knowledge have I been impacted

the sailor has deserted his duty
the professor has vacated because of starving
and my treasurer is still procrastinating
I only see the white sun of the day

I'm tired of this grey noise of sea at night
my enthusiasm stick with the dry land
where the people of my race lived
where I can point when my soul is rest

I've not seen the sun fall behind mountain
maybe another day may be the hope
maybe our democracy will be more ripe
dry land, a happy land for man.

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