I’m sailing the seven seas
and I think about this anecdote,
you used to tell me.
Life sure are full of peas
and endless waiting,
only to be conceived.
I was meant to be born for a reason,
which I have lost and found,
again and again.
I’m sailing the seven seas’
and I think about the time we were given.
We are both in the past,
but I must carry on with the present,
and, In my heart we will be together,
As we used to be.