This little ship must sail,
it must go forth
From the familiar harbour to
the lonely sea
Committed to the rhythm of
the waves
The long, heartbreaking,
crying of the gulls
The churning of the waters.
This little ship must say
farewell to shore
Must leave behind the view of
soft green hills
The peaceful ebb and flowing
of the tides
The laughter of the children
on the shore
The safety of its rope.
This little ship must bear
its cargo forth
Not knowing if its freight
has any worth
But facing down the sea-wrack
and the storm
And here be dragons in
uncharted places
Alone beneath the stars.
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