The boat had sailed three times before*
And each time ended up on the shore
The captains said “She was built well enough”
“Her center was sturdy, but her sides were rough”
They said her sails were too big for the wind
When the hard rains came she'd be end over end
But one man thought all the rest were wrong
He saw she was made for when the winds were strong
And although close to home she would always falter
He knew she would fly, in the deeper water
So one day he packed up all his things
And untied the boat from the docking rings
As they made their way through the twists and bends
He thought one mile ‘til the small water ends
She creaked and groaned like a sad old lady
But he held the ropes, and kept on waiting
And sure enough, the small wind turned
The main sail filled as the big winds churned
They found themselves in clear blue water
The brave, brave man and the ocean's daughter
The man who thought all the rest were wrong
Who saw she was made for when the winds were strong
And although close to home she would always falter
He knew she would fly, in the deeper waters
And on they sailed...