The rigging hangs limp
The sea is flat oil
The sailors lie about
Weary of their toil
The anchor line drags
From the side of the ship
The frayed end of it torn
As the aged hull lists
Lives like ships can suffer becalms
Directionless, purposeless hopeless and dull
People need purpose, direction and plans
These are the things that fight the doldrums
So shake off the deep sleep
And the lounging about
Rouse all the neighbours
With a great shout!
Becalmed, who wants that
When there's work to be done?
With vision comes new life
New energy, excitement, great fun!!
A sweet little bluebird, she was all alone,
flew thru my window and found me at home,
we danced and we sang, straight through the cold night,
and everything felt so proper and right !
But then in the morning, when i awoke,
I reached on over to give her a poke.
but all that i grasped there was cold empty air,
for my sweet little bluebird was no longer there!
I searched and I searched for i wanted her back,
i cried and and i cried about my sad lack,
but then in the end, i eventually understood,
that my sweet little bluebird,
would be back when she would!