In your eyes,
I sail freely.
In your eyes,
I dive deeply.
Without fear of
Loosing myself
In a stupid sense of homesick.
Searching in my past childhood
Something that doesn’t come back...
Because it’s here,
And it never truly abandoned me.
James, like the lighthouse that guides the ancient mariner,
You will always bring me
Shelter from the sea…
Our rope of hope…
Our gentle tide…
That ties us forever.
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