Wooden Boat. . A little boy me went fishing in a wooden boat. Sitting there for hours in the cold. Patience is a virtue til we die. Then a ripple in the water caught my eye.
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooo.... . What am I to you and what are you to me?. Are we getting better or did we used to be?. What of the songs we used to sing?.
Is it a truth?. Or is it a fear?. Is it a rose to for my valentine?. What is love?. . Is it only words?. I'm trying to find?. Or is it the way, that we're feeling now?.
My greatest fear is we're just wasting tears. Wasting several years, still being round here. My greatest fear is maybe you will notice. I'm not what you wanted after all these years.