We turn our relationships into ships
And we all name them love,
But the storm in the sea is not smooth.
Some drown their ships into the sea,
Some even decide to jump into the sea,
Some choose to jump to other uhh,
Some decide to stay on the samhh6 the hi hhhh hie ship for life,
Yet the storm in the seas neveruyo change.
It seems there is nothing as real change,
Until we change how we siail.
We don’t want to be told
How to sail our ships
Even from those who once sailed before us,
We even don’t want to listen to those who drowned,
Yet they might inform us how we can prevent ourselves from drowning,
But we turn a blind eye because we are scared that they will drag us to drown as they did.
How then can you blame those who don’t want to leave the shore,
For the news about drowning makes them want to stay on the land,
Yet there are high hopes to enjoy sailing the sea.
The promise for sailing smoothly is well preached,
Yet it disappoints people along the way.
You will have to eat lemons and oranges along the way.
It’s too bad this journey does not have an induction,
Even if it had, few people would go through the process.
We just sacrifice ourselves into the sea,
Whether we are skilled or not but what I know is that,
These ships are not places for luck,
They are ultimate sacrifices for an entire race.
If these ships are bewitched then that’s the highest form of witchcraft,
For we live for them and die for them.