~~I choose to write a lullaby And play it with my guitar. A song so true for all of you. I hope it will take me far.
Over the ocean and to the other land, I’ll sing and play a song that is grand Of ships and sailors sailing the ocean blue. I have a plan; this is what I’ll do.
The wind is blowing. Another storm is at sea. The sails are flapping ever so free. Birds are on the horizon, land must be near. I wish the clouds would stop shedding all these tears.
Then the clouds begin to break. The sun begins to shine. The anchor has been laid down low. Everything is fine.