Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Paying the Ferry Man


They say I’ll have to pay the Ferry Man
But what will I pay?

When I breathe my last
And step upon his craft
What will I pay?

What will he take from me?
To take me to the other side
Perhaps he’ll take my heart
A bruised and battered heart

I could have kept my heart secure
I could have kept it safe
Instead I was a fool for love
And have a well used heart

I did my best to love
My best was not enough
Some think me hard
It’s just my time is running out

I’ve loved those close
I’ve him far
The scars are all I have
To prove I was a fool for love

So when I meet the Ferry Man
I’ll offer him my heart
A bruised and battered heart
And ask of him
To take me to the other side

I’ll say to him, my friend
I’ve loved, I’ve lost
I’ve loved again
That’s all that you can ask
So take my heart
My bruised and battered heart
And take to the other side

There on the other side
I’ll rest awhile
And heal this bruised and battered heart
I’ll rest in love
And know the reasons why
I loved and lost

And loved again

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