As Our Boats Sail

Someday ill see a better place,
then the one im seeing now-

Along these streams we row our boats waiting to set sail
to a place garinteed where we cant fail-

As we start to sail the wind blows east and west,
leaving our heart beat with out rest-

Then we come to a stop anxious as our boat hits the rock-

Only to know that where we have come,
has put us afar from the land in which we use to run-

With this in our mind depression has conqured our mission,
betrayed by the wind at this time-

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