Ships by Whispers
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"To love them both, will cost you everything."
- Eleventyseven's song Appalachian Wine
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Raise a little hell,
You've got a story to tell.
Up to the skies, let your voice yell.
Lift up those sails,
Battle the wind and hail.
Up to the skies, let loose of what ails.
It's alright to let go,
It doesn't damn your soul.
Open your eyes, free yourself of woes.
On waves of dreams,
Can't you see me?
I begged for a wave, to escape reality.
From a mystery,
I'm afraid of breaking free.
I beg, once more, to dance with the sea.
This path I chose,
Through these watery troves.
Will it take me where greener grass grows?
I'll raise a little hell,
Voice my stories to tell.
I'll battle the wind and the hail.
If we are in this same ship,
Does happiness exist?
Or are we destined to slowly drift?
The way we are going,
There is no consoling.
I think I'm better off not knowing.
Down to the depths,
I'll exhale my last breath.
The lost girl to rest upon Poseidon's breast.
At the end of the tide,
It's no mystery to why.
We were destined to capsize.
Say hello to the dark,
And goodbye to our hearts.
Davey Jones' locker is where we must part.
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