©1999 by FParis
It always seems when I sit on the shore
enjoying the warmth of the sea
I hear the sound of a distant horn,
thinking this ship is for me!
As it turns out, it just passes me by
for some reason not making sense.
I still lose, after all that I try
always at my own expense.
My heart is in pieces how can I love?
Whos gonna want just a part?
Ive already given over above,
so how can I offer my heart?
You know what they say my ship will come in,
and I will not be near the port
but I know the route, yes there, I have been!
Watch me go there regardless of hurt!
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