This is an old one, but.....
Somewhere within the secret soul of every man
There dwells the memory of a wind swept sea,
Which manifests into a Siren song.
The echos of the past sing "Come to me!"
Whether we were once upon a pirate ship
Or searched the churning Northern seas for whales,
The salt breeze found its way into our veins
And made us hunger for the towering sails.
Perhaps we were the Pilgrims on a sailing ship
And feared we'd never see the sight of land,
Or crossed the South Pacific in a tiny boat
That beached upon a shore of golden sand.
The sea is with us everywhere we go
And calls to us no matter what we do,
So we must find ourselves upon the waves again,
To sail, to cruise across the boundless blue.