BEING MY REAL
 

What matters now is how I feel 

and being my real.....

I am drifting on my boat and you're on shore 

Waving to me.. shouting.. "give me more" 

As long as you’re waving with a smile

As long as you like my sailing style

I will keep afloat  

And will wait for a while

For you to come and play your note ..... 

But if you should never come

I will remember how my heart came undone

When the wind of love

Blew my sail away

As you stayed on shore 

Waving to me... shouting... "give me more"....,,,

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4-6-20