Ship on the Sea
Coursing through the mystery
and I see the pretty lights,
while I think about my history
within these lonely nights.
Nothing is the same
when I cry,
but I play a game
and look way up high.
It's something new,
a different place,
such deep, deep blue.
I look into the empty space.
I search deep inside me,
beginning my journey on the sea.
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