the little boat sits at bay no worries in the way but nothing can stay away from the little boat happy at bay
winds, time and, wave can not stop pulling away for as the wind push and pull the rope looses grip of the soul and the little boat stray away taken from it's safe home at the bay
time knows all young and old a mysterious curse not to be told he who wears the rope thin ready to snap at any sin
but it is wave ready to pull the boat away from it's secure place at the bay wave is the one who takes it all away the one who is cursed for the crime to pay is wave the only one they should lock away?
by itself it couldn't worked this way help is needed to pull the boat astray wind, time and, wave all work as one say wind and time did not commit the final crime but they helped pull the little boat way away from the safe place at bay
This is not one of my better poems personally, but enjoy