James Three

You cross to the lee, things are never the same, salt dawdles on the breeze, danger comes to your eyes, fame is in your gaze, has it brought another spy, perfume from last night’s heat, rises on gentle waves, surrounds you at your seat, how you hold the line, you won't be framed, even if you tell a lie, a church without society, a jewel for your days, silk on this silken sea, beyond the burning fires, someone chants your name, the gods are wise, being true is never easy, especially with this campaign, they will set you free, chained to your odyssey.