The wind and the rain have conceded defeat,
No longer do they prevail,
And the splashing of water on the decks of the fleet,
Gives way to let them sail.
The sea is calm as the searching begins,
The convoy ventures out,
They guard the vessel of hope's lost twin,
Desperately protecting doubt.
But humanity's ships soon rest beneath the waves,
As their journey comes to its end,
Though they survived a thousand close shaves,
This time they couldn't defend.
The attackers, having dealt with the bodyguards,
Turn to eliminate their goal,
They prepare their canons and begin to bombard,
The boat that burns the soul.
Who are they that they are able to destroy,
a fundamental part of our lives?
They carry the flag of truth and joy,
Both thought to have died.
With a final barrage ambiguity falls,
Never to rise again,
From its ashes a humanity of confidence is born,
That will never be constrained.
