My Wings

I worked my whole life in this box
Never thinking outside
Accepting restrictions that come with excepting
The rules, the laws of my life
But I have a dream, she is unfolding
In the planks the cocking and nails
Where the seabirds sing and the ocean is rolling
We await our chance to set sail
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Where her keelson runs true as an old woman’s prayer
Her hull it is deep and her lines they are fair
Her sails they are hungry to taste the salt air
My life it is hungry for change
She will be my wings
My wings
Who is to say where I should go
What I should do everyday
What is a life, how is it defined
How can there be just one way
The sun it is rising somewhere to the east
To her I will chart my course
This concrete jungle of buildings and streets
I never will see no more
And oh I want to sail away
To where no one’s ever been
And oh I want to leave today
Won’t you come along with me
Come on
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Where her keelson runs true as an old woman’s prayer
Her hull it is deep and her lines they are fair
With our sails to the wind
And the wind in our hair
And all that this freedom will bring
She will be my wings
She will be my wings
My wings
She will be my wings
We’ll go sailing