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In waters calm I sailed from shore
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To see what I might see
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And having never sailed before
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I drifted aimlessly
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A warm breeze rocked my boat until
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In slumber I fell sound
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But woke to find the light grown dim
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And dark clouds gathering 'round
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In haste I worked at turning back
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But now the wind blew wrong
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And when the night came cold and black
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My strength was almost gone
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But with one last small thread of hope
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I bowed my head to pray
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Then through the dark I saw a rope
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And heard a calm voice say
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Grab the rope hold it tight
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In the distance shines a light
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Neither fear nor feel alone
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There is one who'll lead you home
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I heard my heart beat loud and fast
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But did as I was told
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And with the rosey dawn at last
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Dry land I did behold
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I kissed the sandy banks and swore
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My sailing days were through
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But should I ever stray from shore
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I know now what to do
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Grab the rope hold it tight
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In the distance shines a light
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Neither fear nor feel alone
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There is one who'll lead you home
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Grab the rope hold it tight
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In the distance shines a light
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The Rope
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| Martina McBride |
