how can you love a man
who travels, but never arrives?
travelling, from shore to shore
but never upstream
it seems...
taking no prisoners, charging no fee
there is no cost
he just puts you across..
you cannot ask him
to drop his anchor, today
passengers never stay...
so downstream, he withers
leaving no trace, floating away
to another place...
he is heading for the falls
maybe for the open sea
who knows? not me...
he left me, on this shore
not even a glance in his eyes
he went, with the tides..
he will meet other brides
but you can never marry
the man from the ferry...
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