Looking down from Cape d’ Or,

I am afraid.

What if the sea takes me,

or the winds steal my breath away,

what if the clouds blind me,

or the cliffs crush my dreams.

Destiny of Fundy,

why can’t you hold my hand,

when I am afraid.

The sea will not take you,

the winds will not steal your breath,

the clouds will not blind you,

and the cliffs will not crush your dreams.

Ari of Fundy,

I am holding your hand,

and I always will.