paper sailing boats.

I could have sworn that star was moving
even though i'm standing still
the boat I'm on is anchored
but the rocking is so beautiful.

You set your course for North
and left your anchorage in the bay
caught the wind in your sails
and sailed on away.

Each of us had always known
you didn't belong here and now that you've grown
and flown off for much bigger places and things
I see birds in cages find less reason to sing.

Now we're separated by ten thousand
nautical miles and one hundred islands
the most important thing I have to tell you
is love deeply, forgive and enjoy everything you do.