Decades On the Ocean
My heart is the old Titanic,
That sails on this somber galaxy,
Searching for a port to rest her aging engines,
But it is not the right time to stop the blades yet.
On the dark crimson sea, she travels and travels...
Days come and go like busy cargo ships,
And nights stroll by, hastily, without resting its wings,
She keeps penetrating deep into the apex of the Milky way,
Yearning to see the peaceful land of the saints.
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