Every day when I look
both inward and outward
at my own eternity,
I know I must be drifting free.
I can’t remember the port I left from,
nor see the far shore that holds me.
Every day when I look
both inward and outward
at my own eternity,
I know I must be drifting free.
I can’t remember the port I left from,
nor see the far shore that holds me.