Stormy Waters

I love to be me and that's a good sign, When the wind is flying with this heart of mine; It taps at the window with cold mournful chill, Chasing the leaves that dance down the hill. The sky’s dark and cloudy, the sea's white with foam, And seagulls are screaming as they fly back home; The boat’s wild tossing as she flies in the gale, Rises on the waves as the wind fills her sail. I'm just a woman trapped here on shore, A soul that is longing for each breaker's roar; The heart beats restless with the winds that blow, Where ever she flies is where I want to go. The gulls fly the heavens far beyond shore, Winging the skies with clouds evermore; Fly with the tempest a gypsy heart true, There's joy in the peril as you fly in the blue. The oceans that thunder lift dark waves to pray, And tempests that shriek take the breath away; The foam that flies will cover the land, And take the small footprint out of the sand.