There is always a port in a storm,
Though it's sometimes hard to find.
Unto this port I often turn
When life is on my mind.
This is my harbor in the night
When my anchor's cast to sea.
This is my lifeline as my thoughts
Ever return to me.
To this remote haven I often return
When you're in the arms of another.
Doubtless there are far more convenient ports than mine...
Yet I know of no other.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment