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 [Music & Words: Jon Oliva,  Caffery, Johnny Lee Middleton, Paul O'Neill]
 
 As  stood upon the watch deck
 Looking out  the sea
 It  offer no solutions
 Only silent company
 
 So  took hold of the reasons
 As he tried  understand
  they offered just confusion
 
 As they  into his hands
 
 Dear god
 
 Couldn't you decide
  should happen to a man's assassins
 
 Dear god
 
 Is it suicide
 I have never been a man of 
 
 I believe what the prophets 
 
 That the  hold their dead
 But  night when the waves are near
 They whisper
 
 And I hear
 
  are wounds that bleed inside us
 There are  we never see
 They are part  our refinements
 That allow  man to be
 
 There are wounds that bleed in 
 With aristocratic grace
 There are tears we  beside them
 Never  upon a face
 
 Dear god
 
 Do  think it's wise
 To  everything that & #146; s ever happened
 
 Dear god
 
 Could we compromise
  must the shadows of this night be everlasting
 
 I believe  the prophets said
 
 That the oceans  their dead
 As I contemplate this 
 What I do
 
  who I am
 
 I believe what  prophets said
 
 That the  hold their dead
 But  night when the waves are near
 They whisper
 
 And I hear
 
 Don't see the storms are 
 Don't see or  the warning
 
  hear the sound of tyrants
 Surrounded  the silence
 
 Columbus and Magellan and  gama
 Sailed  the ocean
  a world of ignorance
 With thoughts so 
 That men  killed
 
 With no  will
 Than that they simply had the 
 But in this world of heartless 
 This thing  never did
 
 Don't hear it
 Don't hear it
 Don't hear it
 Don't hear it
 
 Got to  it underground
 Pretend you never  a sound
 
 If they find  kill it blind it
 If they find it  it blind it
 
 Lord  me what is to be
 Lord tell me  is to be
 
  whisper and I hear
 
 After  night of little sleep
 He opened the  door
 And  his world collapsing
 
 Not believing  he saw
 
 For  with hands above his head
  a fourth stowaway
 Trying to surrender
 Not knowing the  he would pay
 
  knew he must act quickly
 If the lad was to  any hope
  he pointed to the captain
 And ran a finger cross  throat
 
 And though he spoke little 
 The stowaway seemed  understand
 And followed miguel to a  spot
 And placed his life into his 
 
 After many days  fear
 They  reached the port
 And  the stowaway was set free
  the captain brought to court
 
 But then things took  evil twist
 And  seemed to fail
 For miguel was held as  refugee
  the captain freed on bail
 
 And the company  the maersk dubai
 Brought lawyers by  pack
  would search for technicalities
 To let the case slip through the 
 
 So while the lawyers  for loopholes
 Miguel still sits  waits
 In some small room, his  ruined
 While justice hesitates
 
 And I wonder what  captain thinks
 Each  in his bed
 And if he shares  dreams at night
 With  recent dead
 
 For captain there will be  day
 When your soul will wash up on  shore
 I pray  when you reach that day
 That  mercy is more than yours
 
 And sometimes in  evening
  will take long walks
 And like the old sailor before 
 With the ocean  will talk
 
 And as he walks 
 He  in the ocean's morphine mist
 And  once more across the night
 Dares  stars to grant a wish