Profusion nomen

golden vows are just a dead-end street
when he walks take the weight of his bag
god of wine keep him warm from the rain
stranger's god save him
golden vows are just a dead-end street
there are other seas beyond mine
there are other dawns over mine
there are other lands over mine
there are other folks besides mine
while deep within there are many expectations
one is to drown one is to be rich
he has a dream that deceives his believing
all of his aim is just to try to fail
there's no more room if you don't set sail
he needs to leave with his hands full of nothing
he will be king
there are other seas beyond mine
there are other dawns over mine
there are other lands over mine
there are other folks besides mine