Your
ship is no longer sailing
You’ve
wisely changed your route
I
journeyed through forlorn weather
Still
my optimism was acute
Though
I wanted to see you smiling
I’m
glad you chose calmer seas
Because
I’d rather see you resting
Than
struggling through storms like these
I
hoped against the news that
Your vessel’s run ashore
Yet
slowly I have found
That
hope exists no more
At
first I tried to refuse but
I’ve
come to change my stance.
In
truth, I couldn’t deny it.
It
was time to give death a chance.
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