Sailing To the End

SAILING TO THE END Patiently sitting on this grave mute ship On which time had cast a spell Around her endurance on the water of life Hindering her sustainance that she strife Against the stormy nights which dwells At the heart of the sea, compelling her to trip Old as proclaimed by her once youthful job To avoid wreckage she lowered her anchor Paused for strength admist a great race Which other vessels in the ocean now face To the roar of the thunder, the sea cries for encore While whirling was the wind taking us around his orb Towards the habour of the sea of life We sail hopelessly on its solitude for a sight Or glare at the beauty that was said To be visible not to the living but dead The shortcut many have found was with stormy Nights Over the vast sea but with one heart, we still drive