Don’t Waste The Pretty 42

The wind from the river is colder Than the fjords I left behind. I surrendered everything familiar, Staring into the abyss with a yearning mind There’s a pull I couldn’t name I knew I’d have to cut my anchor Let my life and Love in Kalmar Drift beneath the waves forever Maybe one day I’ll sew our lives together But something older in my veins Kept telling me to go. There’s a thread I follow, The thin breath of tomorrow. It isn’t promised, but it calls I’ll build my life on this river city And I’ll never waste the pretty My family whispered stories Of women who walked toward the unknown, Who trusted the fire beneath their ribs More than the safety of staying home. Maybe that’s the magic in me now A spark I never learned to claim before. Maybe this trembling isn’t fear at all Maybe it’s the start of something more. There’s a thread I follow, The thin breath of tomorrow. It isn’t promised, but it calls I’ll build my life on this river city And I’ll never waste the pretty