I cannot call back the broken bough
The rusted metal twisted wreckage
The torn sails flapping awkwardly
In the summer sea breeze

No body but nobody is left

Splintered wood
Water rising
Sea splashing
With such an ancient mariner’s passion

The boat will not unbreak
I cannot unmake time
See her maiden glory
See her masts a rising
Vanishing on the horizon
Cannons firing

The vessel is broken
The soul of the ship is devastated
Materials wasted

All hands lost to the brine
And no one but me
Who dreams such dark dreams
Will ever know the truth
About that broken boat