The winds have battered
And tattered my sails,
And the salt water is
Rotting my every floorboard.
I stopped in a town,
To replace what was broken down.
But I’m starting to feel guilty.
I was given this ship
By it’s rightful Captain.

And when every sail has been changed
And every floorboard replaced

Will this ship still be the same?

Will it still be the one my Captain gave to me
With his final breath?