Overboard
By Ryan Johnston
Was it something that we engraved,
Or was it carved into us?
At bedtime, forever loved
Hanging onto the tail, of tales
If we could be a part of it
If we could feel the love..
And if things didn't work out,
Could we become what we let go?
Could we let it go?
Was it speechless?
Calling feeling to that control
Was it everything, that you'd hoped for?
Leaving estranged,
All you knew were strangers
Leaving what you recall
Ending, broken down
Never on board,
But you'll go over one
You'll go over
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