You’re not the wind, you know.
You’re not the a air.
You’re not a gust, directional.
You’ve much more care than that.
You’re not the sea, you know.
You’re not the waves.
You’re not the tide, all-powerful.
You’re much more brave than that.
You’re not the ship, you know.
You’re not the charts.
You’re not the course, dependant.
You’ve much more heart than that.
The breeze hits the sails,
Sends the boat oversea.
And you’re at the helm, baby.
You’re at the helm.
When the gusts turn to gails
And white go those wave-tips,
Don’t overwhelm, baby.
You’re at the helm.
When the squalls have subsided
And the ocean is glass again,
Rule over your realm, baby.
You’re at the helm.
You’re in control, you know.
You are the mind.
You’re not the harsh unpredictable.
You’re much more kind than that.
