My Sinking Ship


The lonely boat is about to sink

With the troubled paddle which is pink

In the dark grey sky when the birds are mourning

And I can see the shadows crying.

This ship is about to sink

Its patience is on the brink

With no single words to say

But whispering sighs in dismay.

My ship of loneliness will surely sink

And I badly need some wine to drink

This world is full of lies and deceit

And my only advice is to watch your step.

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