Watching people drifting from one port to another
What matters is the trip say the others
But me, I wouldn't mind never coming to an end
Floating in an open sea until I start to fade
And stars above me sing to my name
For I touched them with words when they needed strength.
The oak wood softens as it never did before
It remembers my fists whenever we heard of wars
The sunlight still beams, dancing with the waves
My loved one still laughs like it's the first day we met
And the wind dries my eyes
That way I won't cry
When they come for me
And it's my time to say goodbye.
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 4:30 PM UTC
Watching people drifting from one port to another
What matters is the trip say the others
But me, I wouldn't mind never coming to an end
Floating in an open sea until I start to fade
And stars above me sing to my name
For I touched them with words when they needed strength.
The oak wood softens as it never did before
It remembers my fists whenever we heard of wars
The sunlight still beams, dancing with the waves
My loved one still laughs like it's the first day we met
And the wind dries my eyes
That way I won't cry
When they come for me
And it's my time to say goodbye.