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 [Music  Words: Jon Oliva, Chris Caffery, Johnny Lee Middleton, Paul O'Neill]
 
 As he stood upon the watch 
 Looking out onto  sea
 It would offer  solutions
 Only silent company
 
 So he  hold of the reasons
 As  tried to understand
 But they  just confusion
 
 As they bled  his hands
 
 Dear god
 
 Couldn't you decide
  should happen to a man's assassins
 
 Dear god
 
 Is it suicide
 I have never been  man of passions
 
 I believe what the  said
 
 That the oceans  their dead
 But at night when the waves  near
 They whisper
 
 And I hear
 
 There are wounds that  inside us
 There are  we never see
 They are  of our refinements
 That allow a man  be
 
 There are wounds  bleed in silence
 With aristocratic grace
 There are  we keep beside them
  seen upon a face
 
 Dear god
 
 Do you think  wise
 To remember everything that &  s ever happened
 
 Dear god
 
 Could we compromise
 Or must the shadows of  night be everlasting
 
 I believe what the  said
 
  the oceans hold their dead
 As I  this stand
 What I do
 
 Is  I am
 
 I believe what the  said
 
 That the oceans  their dead
 But at night when the  are near
 They whisper
 
 And I hear
 
 Don't see the  are forming
 Don't see or heed the 
 
  hear the sound of tyrants
 Surrounded by  silence
 
 Columbus and Magellan and  gama
  upon the ocean
 In  world of ignorance
 With thoughts  primitive
 That men were 
 
 With  more will
 Than that they simply  the notion
 But in this world of  men
 This  they never did
 
 Don't hear it
 Don't hear it
 Don't hear it
 Don't hear it
 
 Got to keep  underground
 Pretend you never  a sound
 
 If they find it kill  blind it
 If they  it kill it blind it
 
  tell me what is to be
 Lord tell me what  to be
 
 They whisper and  hear
 
 After a  of little sleep
 He opened  gangway door
 And felt his  collapsing
 
  believing what he saw
 
 For there with hands above  head
  a fourth stowaway
 Trying to surrender
 Not knowing the price he would 
 
 Miguel knew he  act quickly
 If the  was to have any hope
 So  pointed to the captain
 And ran  finger cross his throat
 
 And  he spoke little english
 The stowaway  to understand
  followed miguel to a hiding spot
 And placed his  into his hands
 
 After many days  fear
  safely reached the port
 And there the stowaway was set 
 And the captain  to court
 
 But then  took an evil twist
 And justice  to fail
 For miguel was  as a refugee
 And the captain freed on 
 
  the company of the maersk dubai
 Brought  by the pack
 Who would  for technicalities
 To  the case slip through the cracks
 
 So while the lawyers search  loopholes
 Miguel  sits and waits
 In some small room, his future 
 While justice hesitates
 
 And I  what the captain thinks
 Each evening in  bed
 And if he shares his  at night
 With  recent dead
 
  captain there will be a day
 When your soul will wash up on  shore
 I pray that when  reach that day
 That god's  is more than yours
 
 And sometimes in  evening
 Miguel will  long walks
 And like  old sailor before him
 With the ocean  will talk
 
 And as  walks along
 He breathes  the ocean's morphine mist
  looking once more across the night
 Dares the  to grant a wish