We can still craft the sails


Punctured sails
Slow wind
Boat is in disarray
Don’t worry
Pray

The sea was kind
But you threw away the oars
Jumped onto the ships
That seemed faster and gay
Now pray

May be the clouds have a conscience
They will reflect
On soaking all the tears
And yet raining the Storm
Hold on
Don’t feel shy
Pray

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