One, two, three
You set me free
And I live pleased
Among those who ceased
Whence I came
Upon my shoulders, blame
I would have given it all
But no, I wouldn't stall
So maybe, I'm a momma's man
And maybe, I don't have a plan
And maybe, I'm a little bit of a wreck
But I'm just a swabbie, swabbing the deck
And we lift one, two, maybe three shots
Into the ocean, into the ocean
We take a bit more than we thought
It's kind of eroding, still some sort of notion
I wish for a perfect family
Perfect family, perfect family
And now I know
That when say you say it rains, it snows
Hold onto me and call me love
Send me off like a little dove
Give me patience and give me time
But don't, don't leave me behind!
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Where All Dawn Breaks - A Poetry Book
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry, both mine and not. If it was written by somebody else, credit will be given as possible.
