Today, I took the highway,
as far as it would go.
I long to get away from here,
some time alone, you know?

I need time to sort my feelings,
and time to feel my needs,
I need to get off solid ground,
and float within the seas.

I feel so weighed down right here,
with my feet stuck in the dirt.
But I know where I need to go,
to wipe away the hurt.

I make my way to Halls Harbor,
to gaze out at the sea,
the sun is nearly setting,
it's a lovely place to be.

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The smell of salt comes to me,
as silent as can be.
It takes my mind to better times,
that only I, alone, can see.

I make my way onto the dock,
and jump down from the lip,
I touch down on polished rocks,
and gaze at a big ship.

It's boards are strong and sure,
like I know I need to be,
and as that ship takes to sail,
it's wake comes to my knees.

I feel the sting of  salt-spray,
as the ship passes me by.
I feel the chill from the bay,
but a sunbeam finds my eye.

It's only then I realize,
that upon the setting sun,
that ship that sailed before my eyes,
is not the only one.

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And as I watch their sails fly,
I let my troubles wash away.
Those ships are carried by my sighs;
freedom is what they all portray.