Monday
I was the youngest of five
Each one successful,
our mother's great pride and the plan for our lives was laid out
We were going to be famous,no doubt
A doctor,a captain,a priest,
but the waves they were calling for me:
Break free,
Break free,
this is not what your life's going to be
So I ran from the town
and in time settled down
in a house on a cliff
by the sea