My Ships
©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?
Who’s gonna want just a part?
I’ve 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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