Lost upon the bluest deep, I am a ship with no plot to course. Aiming for a spot on the horizon, never knowing where I go.
Me and you, we met on open water, two vessels in the watery wastes, lost together all on our own.
But as the break and tides rise high, I now don't think it was fate or fortune, we were just two ships in the ocean, lost together all on our own.
So though it pains me to turn asunder and go it all alone, I know now that there are ships still out there, lost but still looking for a home.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 4:46 AM UTC
Lost upon the bluest deep, I am a ship with no plot to course. Aiming for a spot on the horizon, never knowing where I go.
Me and you, we met on open water, two vessels in the watery wastes, lost together all on our own.
But as the break and tides rise high, I now don't think it was fate or fortune, we were just two ships in the ocean, lost together all on our own.
So though it pains me to turn asunder and go it all alone, I know now that there are ships still out there, lost but still looking for a home.
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