America would not be found
If the minds of men were blind
And the red Indians land
Would be deserted by now.
Colonization might have bleached
Dark skins, good evil and white witch
A dog is a dog, chained or unleached
Even Angels must earn their wings.
Often bad things that come
Brings the best act and form
For the water to have a foam
Fishes might have to float.
An easy catch might be bad
What lies underneath if found
Could be a reason far from sad
Stop murmur and make a boat.
Sail through tides and readjust
Everything present will be past
Grow yourself before you harvest
Rome was not built over night.