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Sailing the Lee
Sailing the Lee I have sailed Along the lee shore Sometimes jailed A situation not to ignore I cannot escape The wind pushing me hard Unable to make my sail shape Act quick or my boat scarred Wrecked upon the rocks Wrecked upon the reef Wrecked upon the shoal Wrecked upon the beach Why keep the boat Why not swim away Why not jump and float Why not go your way I hate to leave my vessel A good looking ship Easy to sail and wrestle Wrestle and ride on a trip Or wasting my life Hoping to reach or tack To a safe point with no strife With wind to my back But where is the fun Where is the excitement A blast compared to none Enticement and incitement Close hauled along the edge Water breaking over the bow I have not hedged or pledged To give up and quit now Flying through the water The boat lifted high There is a breakwater Safety is nearby But why oh why Do I reduce sail Or tack and glide by Using the gale I will miss the challenge I will miss my love I will miss the satisfaction I will miss the gratification There is nothing like her There is nothing to compare There are emotions to stir There are moments to share I plan to sail on Catching the wind Until the emotion is gone Or just left behind Behind in the docks Or on its trailer Or sitting on blocks Missing its sailor