I knew, when I first saw you,
That you would be the storm
That would wreck me.

What a wicked wind
Blows through the sails tonight
I can’t feel my fingers
And nothing is alright.

I think I’d rather be shipwrecked
Than banished to this life

So darling,
Why’d you leave me out here tonight?

Please guide me home,
Luna.
My old, pale friend.
The waters are getting colder
And I’m nearing the end.

Listen to those waves.
Watch as they pull back.
Gathering their strength,
Curling in anger,
Collapsing.
Oh, a story I know far too well.

And the worst part of it all
Was always knowing
That I would be the one to fall.

I can’t close my eyes
They’ve got that sleepless sting.

But leaving them open is almost worse.

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?