Love me in the morning and let me have the day. I will return, but the sea is calling. The land of my dreams has been flowing through these veins, pleading with me to give up the grey. I will go and I will fight for mine and for yours and the world of tomorrow. Bloody she will be but oh how happy I will be. These wings were meant for flying and this heart was meant for growing. Love me in the morning and let me have the day. I will return, but the sea is calling. The land of my dreams has been flowing through these veins, pleading with me to give up the grey. I have done my best to ignore it and love where I am at and even explore it. My time has come to leave this nest, gracious and kind and fulfilling at best, I will make one of my own and welcome in the birds of the sea, with the salt sprayed eyes and the tattered wings. The love you have shown me will not be wasted for a new world waits for all I have tasted.