I am aboard a ship,

looking at my past,

don’t know where I’ll go,

don’t know who I am.


Is this my home I’m leaving?

There, the little spot on the horizon,

it goes blacker, smaller, shapeless,

just a faint memory, that’s all,


or it was just a dream,

consolation for the broken heart,

the heart that never knew

affection, love and warmth…


I start to feel the cold.

The wind is cutting,

someone’s shouting.


Well, I can take my time.

I have plenty, have I not?

‘Cause I’m aboard a ship,

a ship that’s built of dreams.


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