the storms of life will rage
and courses be obscured by the waves
for ships, not yet worthy of angry seas
with anchors ropes not long enough
the touch the bed beneath.
so we're tossed
at the whim and will of wind
who knows it's source?
to rise on the breeze
and give us hope
of horizon shores,
of sunrise morns
that promise more
then the quiet desperation
we've carried like cloak.
and we've carried this, we've carried this like a cloak...
we've carried this, we've carried this like a cloak!
And I'm gunna help you heave this overboard
this weight thats threatening to sink us
like Jonah's body, we released it
to the mouth of the deep
in hope that this one violent act
would find us
just a little peace, and sleep.
Just a little, peace and sleep, just a little.
for you will always have a place,
to rest, in the harbor of my heart
but dear you can't remain
it's not your destinations port
but theres a slip with your name
in golden hues, embossed upon the bark
a quiet place to bear your soul
held fast in the murmurings of dark, of dark
but there's a light house on a cliff
warning you, of how close we are
to the rocks, that in our lives so far
both of us have spent more time
then we'd like to admit. then we'd like to admit.
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