Sail On Brother

Am standing waiting at the Harbor
When will this Cruise come to land?
I've been drenched in tears
As they tumble like the rolling thunder
Down my cherry checks, down my arms into my shaky hands

I get that you want to be free
But baby I can walk, for I am strong
While I wait for you to sail in
I cast out my fishing net
You are my Mr. Right, or maybe I am wrong.
Hold on! I saw something,
Baby is it you? Nah, not yet.

Sorry boo, I got to go...I caught a fish
And the night is creeping up my feet
I need you here in 3....2....1, Huh!
Like a candle blown, woosh, am gone till we meet
Let’s go fishy

By: Zula Puss