cradled within the promise of a storm
life is desperate poetry a manic tapestry
caught within the snare of where you're from
stolen moments unexpected draw a map
I could have been
almost happy free of burden and debt
and responsibility alone with my guitar
a small boat and the wide wild sea
I could have been
almost complete without tie obligation
or commitment just the open road
and an honest song
I could have been almost free
but life is tapestry of broken hearts and second chances
a patchwork of opportunity lost and found
taken or not
you were my first chance and my last
you are my first choice and my last
as inevitable as the tide you leave me high as the sky
you are the only chance I need
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