I am a little paper boat with a tiny pretend sail
Somebody crafted me out of delicate material
And they set me afloat on troubled waters
As it should be, as it will be, as it is
I don’t have a lot to think about in this world
Except my little frail paper boat
Keeping it afloat
Staying upright
I have passengers, my 2 young girls
They seem to sense the raging waters
Maybe because they fell overboard
And I fished them out with strong arms
Their father’s boat is running alongside of mine
And it flies the pirate’s skull as a warning
It has loaded cannons and deadly aim
Trying so hard to send me to the bottom of the sea
But, I have secrets that have kept me afloat
Friends that have given safe passage
Spirits that have whispered wise words
And a will to survive that will not fade
Perhaps it is hurricane season
How long is that supposed to last?
A worried glance at the tattered sails
And another prayer cast to the 4 winds
