I want to know what's in her head but she won't open up for me Still I push another boat out hoping someday that won't be I drop a message in a bottle and wait to see if gets washed ashore But I know it's just another letter that will be pushed back through my door
like salt into an open wound sometimes the pains too much to bear. But then she's lived with that pain so long maybe it's not hers to share. She dreams of one day knowing that this was just some big mistake. A collision of cosmic circumstance or just a cruel and twisted fate.
That she can wake from her nightmare and shake off all the moss. And stop carrying someone else's baggage like a martyr on the cross. There is no magic spell or potion that can break down this iron cage. Just a lifetimes retribution aimed at the one who turned this page.
I have no Ark to keep her safe, just these arms of mine to hold. Just a beautiful spirit and a heart so strong it will never feel the cold. The rock these boats are thrown against will some day soon be shattered. In the meantime, the shoreline will be littered with the debris of a life that mattered.
So build it big and build it strong and take it out to sea once more. And trust that love will find a way to bring her safely to my shore.