Sitting
My ship of dreams was launched on the champagne of your love
And sailed brightly into the welcoming night
Life was on a trip to living and I was along for the ride
Now my ship sits becalmed in an endless see of misery
The sails sagging with no wind of hope
The oars stolen and cast aside by you
They sit taunting me just out of reach
With the shark of despair circling
Waiting to drag me forever into the cold depths of hell
You sit on your winged horse high above
You have the power
You could drive off the despair with cupids arrows
You could give me the oars that I might pull myself out of the misery
You could lower a hope to pull me to your safety
Yet no matter how I cry
You won't listen to me
And sailed brightly into the welcoming night
Life was on a trip to living and I was along for the ride
Now my ship sits becalmed in an endless see of misery
The sails sagging with no wind of hope
The oars stolen and cast aside by you
They sit taunting me just out of reach
With the shark of despair circling
Waiting to drag me forever into the cold depths of hell
You sit on your winged horse high above
You have the power
You could drive off the despair with cupids arrows
You could give me the oars that I might pull myself out of the misery
You could lower a hope to pull me to your safety
Yet no matter how I cry
You won't listen to me