Sailing Off For the New World

Reaching for the land like we're all about to drown, Slowly the horizon slightly turns purple while the sun's moving down. Looking into emptiness... ...is it land or the people that we truly miss. Then through the mist, blinded by hope, arose in the distance a granted a wish. Land HO! Surely the shore, cant be missed, tell the men full steam ahead, anchor ship. It seemed as if it were a century at sea, A New World found, on the ground they weren't meant to be. Who would have ever thought a mistake could be great. Soon to be land of the free, home of the brave.