Travels of Delight

Sailing across the hence waters of good.
Make you mine, back than like it could.
Open the sail and grab that rope.
The wind will guide you on the hill of hope.
A narrow distance, a light falls upon.
You wont know what you have, until its gone.
Giving people your time of day.
Letting in the isle of your way.
I think I'll walk to-wards and tense in the light.
Just let your life be the travels of delight.
I love you.
Forever.
and ever.
and ever.
and ever.
and ever.
and ever...