an aimless wanderer he was summoned to the king sail no longer for this treasure that you claim warrants death a thousand times endless debts for countless crimes never have i held such beauty in my hands i should ve died as the written law demands yet i m set to sail anew a different shore i m sailing to why give this give this gift to such a man like me i m a lying crook and a selfish thief yes i m nothing and it s truly free i m amazed that it shook far beyond belief in this sea i m sailing there are so many threats to be faced there are few trailing for this trek is dubbed a waste many that have crossed the sea they ll ask my course and disagree all the things i once could afford ruined by the sight of more i wept and cried as i heard their screams to reject a gift well beyond their dreams yes i m nothing and it s truly free that is why i sail out upon the sea still i hear the crying now afraid to die to cast their doubt still i hear them yell and shout don t linger this day just trails drink back up tell yourself  you call it a waste you call it a waste you call it a waste i call it grace you call it a waste you call it a waste you call it a waste i call it grace 