They whispered to me “no.”
The trumpet sounded “go.”
Inside my mind a single tear
I thought I heard a “Good luck dear.”
For you, it’s just another day
For me, I hear not what you say
The ship contains my fears, my dreams,
my broken heart with jagged seams
My joy, my fate, my childhood toys
and my mind’s eye with all its noise
It’s left this land to distant shores
For someone new, for something more
Leaving me one broken oar.
I’ve got rhythm, I’ve got rhyme
I’ve all I need for these troubled times.