Quiet, can You hear the soft sounds of rippling waters, As the tugboat pulls away all my desires, And all my dreams. Smiling menacingly, He grins in the face of mercy, And leads my hope into unforgiving seas. It's engine splutters, But still carries on pulling me too far in. The waves begin to increase in size, Faster currents in a one-way direction, A one way ticket to meet the devil. But the light begins to brighten, The air is filled with a sweet vanilla scent, She's walking upon the waters effortlessly. A Spanners thrown into the works, The tugboat's slowing down, Engine splutters it's last dark hearted cough. I'm left drifting these unholy waters, Satan’s just up ahead. The currents grow stronger, yet gentler, The wind changes direction, My ship of dreams finds a new point on its compass. She's pulling me away from trouble, Satan’s drowns in a sea of his own filth. I'm saved, heading for a sandy paradise, Palm trees, ripe with the fruits I need, My Bounty's up ahead. I'm saved, She was my savoir, Captain of my lonely ship. My savior was she.Birth sign: Aquarius
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