A golden compass,
A broken mast.
A ruined sail,
A battered hull.
A ***** deck,
Yup the boats a wreck.

The boat is leaking as I sail to the unknown,
The wind blows against my hind.
But no way am I afraid,
As I sail to look and find.
The true me.

We all paint our lives.
The mountains of challenges,
The rivers of tears,
The waterfalls of joy.

We mix the colours of sorrow and laughter
And add the colours of experience and the years that passed.
The souls we will always remember
And the moments we will never forget.