The Sailors way


When he saw her across the room there was nothing her could say,

Her eyes were as bright as day,

He left awhile ago and now she watches the bay,

The sky always looking so gray.


She always looks to the sky,

With tears in her eye, 

Always ready to cry,

Sometimes she feels like she could die.


But she will not she will face this fate, 

Always waiting for that date,

Her heart never full of hate,

In her eyes he will always be great.


When the day will rise,

She will wipe the tears from her eyes,

His heart is always the Grand Prize,

For this is the start of their lives.



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