The ship is adrift its sails worn thin
Carrying books that I'll never begin
Not for wisdom not for truth
Just empty echoes of lost youth
I sit at the front of the ship
Which truly has a peculiar look
The pages whisper in tongues unknown
Maps to nowhere seeds never sown
I keep them close my fragile hoard
Their silence speaks of fears ignored
We sail through storms on a sea of doubt
Waves of knowledge crashing about
What good are books if the soul won't read
Useless treasures for a hollow creed
King Ptolemy gathered the world's great words
A library vast yet it silenced the birds
"He commanded all the books of the world
But drew no profit nor law unfurled"
And here I am with shelves piled high
Books unopened as the years go by
Each one a promise I've yet to keep
Their weight pulls me into restless sleep
Sébastien Brant my blood my past
His wisdom speaks through shadows cast
"Decode these words make music your guide
For knowledge lives when it's brought to life"
If books can't sing then let them cry
Through notes that pierce the endless sky
The sails are chords the wind is song
My ancestor knew where we belong
We sail through storms on a sea of doubt
Waves of knowledge crashing about
But now the sails hum a melody
Turning this madness to harmony
So Sébastien Brant your wisdom reigns
A melody that heals our pains
The sails are bright the ship moves on
Guided by notes of an ancient song