Kayla

My Compass rose, in sync with yours You are the two heads, to my oars, I thank the wind, the land, the sea, That God has washed you to my shores I spent so long in the looking glass To find a mate beyond my mast In time, the grime, tore up my sail And down was I, all much to fast The fod rolled in, but out your ship Just as I had begun to slip Over she went, port side splashed in first With the keep straight up, my soul had flipped You barreled through my wretched brake In need of help was I in your wake You gave me hope I wouldnt drown When two strong hands pulled me from my ache Such a healing touch you had on me Fixed what had been broken and bruised by the sea You stole my heart when you held me tight I felt my love was finally free My compass rose, in sync with yours You are the two heads, to my oars I thank the wind, the land, the sea, That God has washed you to my shores