How Many Oceans – Michel Montecrossa

How many oceans, how many seas,
how many stories, how many beliefs,
how many endings, how many new ideas
are the price of living,
are the way to see?

How many lines, how many tunes,
how many stars, how many suns,
how many mornings, how many noons
are the road of glory,
are the secret door?

How many tender nights, how many pale dawns,
how many dewdrops gleaming in your heart,
how many paths, how many goals
are the signs of love,
are the deepest meaning?

How many oceans, how many seas,
how many stories, how many beliefs,
how many endings, how many new ideas
are the price of living
are the way to Thee?

I was alone, but it was not true.
Only dreams can change the show.
Only hopes can open the door.
Only oceans can kiss the shore
where all is finally ending,
where all renewed begins.

How many lines, how many tunes,
how many stars, how many suns,
how many mornings, how many noons
are the road of glory,
are the secret key?