Think about how many times I have fallen
Spirits are using me larger voices callin’
What Heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten
When you see the Southern Cross for the first time
You understand now why you came this way
‘Cause the truth you might be runnin’ from is so small
But it’s as big as the promise, the promise of a comin’ day
So we cheated and we lied and we tested
And we never failed to fail it was the easiest thing to do
You will survive being bested
Somebody fine will come along make me forget about loving you
At the southern cross
Trust the wind that fills your sails, sweetheart! Sure it blows hard at times – that’s only to propel you ❤. We grow stronger, baby. We learn how to hold on tighter.
If you keep dropping anchor, you’ll look up one day and realize you’ve gone nowhere but in circles.
You’ve heard it all. You know all the rocks I’ve hit; some I sailed straight into – ignoring the warning signs. That’s just part of the trip – learning your limits, finding your strengths, recognizing trouble before it recognizes you.
You know damned well I couldn’t sail a straight line if I was tied to an ocean liner – but you’ve watched your auntie pick up her anchor & keep sailing ’til I got where I wanted to be.
I love you. I believe in you. Sail on, Silver Girl.