Walk aboard my ship tonight
and sleep inside my tailored heart
as I watch through my passionate sight
as my soul tries to kick start
once again with painful recollections.
you are my precious cargo
life is your destination.
and nothing rythmes with cargo.
I trust that you sleep well
and i trust that you dont lie.
wondering
about
tomorrow.
i draw up the anchor
and signal our departure
we have truly began
and all of the rancor
will disappear in our rapture
and ill be your peter pan.