• [Birth]
    The radiant sun ascends into the blissful new morning.
    Ships sail across the stark emptiness of the ocean calling.
    Their individual sails.
    The eagerness and gleeful excitement prevails.
    As the journey of life is soon to begin.

    The storehouse, the dock…
    The cradle, the cot...
    Each man providing their input, the new ship special.
    Preparing the departure of the safely nurtured vessel
    Awaiting the release, the maiden voyage.


    The harbour intercepting
    The thick walls protecting
    The delicate wooden exterior of the ship.
    With the sound of the water providing a steady drip.
    Passing by to reveal the vast sea
    The strong boat fitting through the walls like a key
    Their sails midway down, catching the soft breeze
    Progressing the slow journey with ease
    [Birth]
    [Toddler]
    As the ship pulls out into the north
    Rocking unsteadily back and forth
    As it sets its pace, its journey taking wing
    The light hearted crew beginning to sing
    As the bright sun shines upon their faces
    The journey ahead looking towards many places.

    The progression out becoming steadier
    The crew’s ambition becoming readier.
    A slow paced crawl beginning the progression
    The sun descending, loosing its aggression.

    From the support boats floating at its side
    Assuring the crew of the height of the tide
    To the departure of the company
    Poetically gliding across the water, a silent soliloquy
    [Toddler]
    [Child]
    The small ship sails across the wavering water
    Weighed up against another, like it’s new born daughter
    Completely alone and unaware of its fate
    It’s speed and grace, it’s winning trait.
    As with all stories, something must go wrong
    Like the story of life, it will be told through this song
    There’s always a time, a place in your life
    When it feels so alone, like a continuing strife.
    Much like our ship, so small and unaided
    Merely matter of time, before its cause becomes jaded.
    Bigger ships, the battle for space
    Trying to put it back in its place.

    Sharp detonation from the cannon of a much larger ship
    cataclysmic blows with the strength of a whip.
    The resistance was weak, much like the craft
    The larger ship simply sat back and laughed.
    Before it found its feet, biting back sharply
    The cannons now loaded, fighting back bravely.

    The battle begins, both valiant ships fought for long
    And thus it continued, right through to morn.
    The little ship was tough, its first hurdle to jump
    And jump it did, the ships response far too late.
    Conceited and proud, it was caught unawares
    Moisture obtrusive, unfortunate affairs.

    And as it began to sink, its crew watching in sorrow, somewhat bereft.
    The small ship invaded, took all that was left
    It’s place in the world moulding as it grew
    A fate that is shared with more than a few.

    [Child]
    [Teenager]

    All was well, until a short stage in life
    A stage that shant pass like the sound of a fife.
    The mutinous rebellion of the ships own crew
    Fighting with itself – a short civil war
    Breaking it down, its security no more.

    The ships new look, its previous experiences
    It’s will for self discovery, ignorance its hindrance
    Enlarging its appearance, the arrogant force
    Storming through the ocean, on its high horse.

    Trigger happy, yet striving for self improvement
    “Better than the rest”, It would boast through its movement
    But deep down the angst would tear it apart
    Beat down the conceited, high spirited heart.

    This time quickly ran out, the dramatic scene to end
    As it soon discovered it had nothing to trade and nothing to spend.
    A large economy of fruitful crafts
    Each making their way, working up from mere rafts.
    The ships crew could see, that without this skill
    It would get no where, and would surely end in a kill
    [Teenager]
    [Adult]

    So with this in mind, after several criminal assaults
    They gathered an inventory without any faults
    Beginning to trade would pose some issues
    The crew to begin with handling the stock with some misuse
    This soon would be corrected
    Some lessons inflicted
    Business now blooming
    And profit, assuming.

    As the experienced ship floats steadily on
    Its wood slightly wilted and its innocence gone
    The sails flying high, yet the edges beginning to fray
    Gaining more wear day by day
    Now at the top, looked up upon by others
    Responsible to care for those without bothers.


    Day by day as the ship rises up in ranks
    Its modified body as strong as tanks
    The older ships from which it had traded
    Have fallen and sank, defeated and raided.


    [Death]
    Unfortunately all, every good thing must end
    The ship, the journey and the life of a friend
    Soon to be followed by the end of the road
    Withered and tired from carrying the load.
    The ship itself to tell this tale -
    We must tell how it fell and lost its sail

    The rotted wood falling naturally apart
    The ships base failing, much like the heart
    As the water trickled in through the rotting timber
    The structure of the ship started to hinder
    The construction unable to be saved
    End its life in a watery grave.

    And this my friends, is how it ends
    A tale of how a sailor’s life spends.
    Take to heart the story I’ve told
    For before you will see one similar unfold.
    [Death]