There is no wind within my sails,
no rudder remains to guide my tales,
the waves too strong with failing strength,
I gasp for air but only sink.
Hands to grasp no longer for,
the winds grow quiet now, the waves no more.
nothing remains but this dark and cold,
slowly I sink in this body so old.
A treasure of love I did so seek,
but there are no treasures for one so meek.
I pray HE has some mercy on me,
for I am merely a ship...lost at sea.
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