Life is short,
so set your ship to sail to the right port.
The waves crushing in on you high.
They just seem to keep coming with no relief.
All you can do at times is shake your head an sigh,
at the wonder of all.
In your heart knowing nothing is what it seems.
Why do people tell lies?
No one knows the meaning of meekness,
They prey on others weakness.
We just keep looking for love none to be found,
only the lonesome sound when no one is around.
Your head is pounding out what reality is all about.
Mine is mine to own,
and yours is yours to claim,
and life just keeps going on..Written by Judith Collins
so set your ship to sail to the right port.
The waves crushing in on you high.
They just seem to keep coming with no relief.
All you can do at times is shake your head an sigh,
at the wonder of all.
In your heart knowing nothing is what it seems.
Why do people tell lies?
No one knows the meaning of meekness,
They prey on others weakness.
We just keep looking for love none to be found,
only the lonesome sound when no one is around.
Your head is pounding out what reality is all about.
Mine is mine to own,
and yours is yours to claim,
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