I wrote this song for my beautiful wife, Michelle. It's full of seafaring imagery
lyrics
On the coldest hour of the darkest night
I've got her to keep me warm
When my ship sails out far from the coast
I know she's standing with me in the storm
When the waters are rough and I'm soaking wet sometimes I can forget
My first mate is a fisher of men
and she's caught me in her net
We've traveled the rough and stormy seas;
our battles terrible, fierce and loud
Cussing, Cursing and angry words
enough to make any sailor proud
But every dusk must bring a dawn;
Every storm blows itself out
When we stand up strong
after hanging on I know there is no doubt...
The ropes we use to tie our binds
are weathered from many storms
But our lives are intertwined like a bowline,
and our anchor hitch is strong
Like Leucothea in the Odyssey,
she guides me like a bird
And in return like Homer,
I dedicate to her these words
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