Waking Up Before All The Roosters

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Waking up before all the roosters
With a black coffee in my hand
Carrying dreams & fears onboard
Somehow those rails have to be manned
I don’t know if heroes still exist
But that’s definitely not me
I’m just a lowly sailor
Who’s penitence is to sail the sea

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Piecing Life Back Together

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Piecing life back together
Now that the winds no longer blow
We escaped the wilderness & the dark
How lucky, we shall never know
But the rooster still crows in the morning
Time for work, the Taxman still wants his share
No time to enjoy that cup of coffee
Emerging from the storm into a new nightmare