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It is the dawn of a bright new day
And boats are anchored by the bay
All of them pointing towards the beachThey're so inviting, yet out of reach.
Our lives are often like these boats
They sail the seas, we run the roads.
Through storm and gale or bright sunshine
In wind and rain, in weather foul or fine.
Return we must to our waiting bay
To heal our souls for another day.
All anchored fast, pointing to our shore
To rest for the night and to toil no more.
