The divine breath, the propeller of my ship
I feel it on my sail opened through worship
The ocean is vast and if I am lost
The breath is my guide and will direct my ride
It comes and it goes, in a rhythmic dance
Striking a balance of cries and smiles
I feel the breath and I see it dance
Whenever I enter the state of trance
Fill my sail and I shall never fail
Fill my soul and I shall see the goal
Lead me to the direction for which I was born
Lead me, though hidden be the borne
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