Outside, the rain is softly falling
In the distance I can hear a foghorn sound
I draw my blankets just a little closer
My mind is on a ship that's southward bound
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On a voyage through a memory, sailing on a silver sea
The moon and stars above now brightly shine
The wind that fills the sails is a lullaby that tells a tale
Of all the things that I was glad to leave behind
The ocean has always been a part of me
I can feel the salt water running through my veins
I think of all the places where my ship will take me
But the thought of your gentle whispers gives me strength.
But as I rise, look out my little window
A walkway was right before my eyes
I can see a clock where time is slowly ticking
How I wish that I could make my life here fly.
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