Sail on, Silver Girl
Far across the bridge, way against the strong tides
Drifts a lonely yacht, lonely, under my watch
The sailor, one missy adorned in silver stripes
Bearing herself, her focus and a flaming torch
A wild breeze forms creases 'pon the face of the waters
Set at naught, at nought she was set
A mild tempest rocks her row into hiccuping flutters
Ahead, ahead she looks on with no pity nor fret
Nature wars with her in her empty space
As the waves crash, she sails on with grace
With a spirit untamed and a heart filled with fire
She lets the winds guide her, treasure island to acquire
We are our hope in the multitudes of chaos
We are our anchor when the world gets so cold
The chances we take when against all odds
Become a notion as our matters unfold
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