He's free,free as a bird,
free to travel the world.
He can feel the wind on his face,
everyday's an adventure,
his life never goes waste.
Wakes up to the sound of waves,
sometimes sleeps in caves.
He's the sailor,
sailing around the world,
he's the guy who gets the beautiful of the beautiful girls.
This guy's adrenaline junkie,
he wants his life to be more funky.
He's seen the oceans afar,
right now he's in middle of an ocean,
he ain't getting irritated by the traffic jam in his car.
He's happy,
he loves the sea frothy,
he loves the white sea gulls,
he loves the sea storms which are never dull.
He loves the golden sand,
but, he's in the water most of the time and hardly on land.
His best friend's his yacht,
he loves the way he lives a lot.
He's free free as a bird,
he's what we all want to be,
he's a part of me,
unfortunately he's imaginary,
he describes my love for being free.
You are my hero.
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