Your hull is torn, your canvas in tatters,
You’ve bartered the last coin for biscuits and rum
The looking glass shows you a care worn expression
But sail out once more, the hard work’s not done.
No turning back, the past is a stranger
The future’s familiar from legends we’ve told
A whisper leads onwards to map out the ocean
So set sail once more, be brave and be bold.
My love will anchor ships in the harbour.
My diligence settles the weather’s extremes
The cold bites my shoulder, but snowflakes won’t settle
So sail out once more and hope for your dreams
All rights reserved – Storm Cloud Kitty 2017
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