Sailing Again

Come with me
Not above me or below
Come with me and i’ll sail the stormy seas, of our prior enemies,
til' we feel those blues and greens
And their all is for the painting
And it’ll be ours as we’re waking
Come with me…
And then, we’ll fall through all our dreams again…
Again
We wil feel the pulls and tugs and then, again
They’ll reflect and twist and break and bend, again
We’ll begin where we began again