Made of woods and boards,
I'm not made for roads,
I'm meant for higher tides,
That only a warrior rides.
I had to face the storms,
When the weaklings rode,
They roughed me up,
And damaged my starboard.
I've got holes in me and a torn up mast,
Now they tie me up like I'm an outcast,
I still drift with the current although I'm tied,
Waiting for that warrior to take me for a ride.
I miss the unruly waves,
And his heroic saves,
He'll know how to steer,
And to never ever fear,
Of me breaking down,
As I'm a queen without crown,
I would rather rot right here,
Before the worthless touch my gear,
Oh my dreamer of the sea,
Please don't abandon me.
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