All those days chasing down a daydream All those years living in a blur All that time never truly seeing Things, the way they were Now she’s here shining in the starlight Now she’s here suddenly I know If she’s here it’s crystal clear I’m where I’m meant to go
From across an ocean, it is
hard to know what the New World is. All I knew were the stories I was told of monsters and valiant men sworn to slay them. But now that
I’ve nearly traversed the ocean that separates New World from old,
I fear that the stories I’ve heard may have clouded the truth more
than clarified it. It would seem these monsters are men – sons,
brothers, fathers. And it would seem these men fear their own
monsters – an empire, a navy, a king.