Boat

Like a boat past a windy breeze

I thought we’d float there to the seas

I would stand with my one true lover

He would not be shy of me

But in the seasons, rocking violent

I do fall, but I will rise

On the boat you dubbed was treason

I will not paint with your disguise

For the future of all your children

Will be living inside your dream

And the image of your reason

Will not ring in them, just what they’ve seen

If your love was always true

I would not doubt or forsake you

But on this boat, through all the seasons

I cannot deny you home

I will sail toward my own

I will sail toward my own