A Ship

There was a ship like a lonely-standing tree.
He told us a story of a highly-waving sea.
The story wasn't boring, it was good for me enough
To help with freeing from well-trained mental cuffs.

He was crying while narrating.
Ship's creaking at the seams.
He's gone so far to find no hope.
He's never leaving dreams.

Finishing the speaking, he coughed heavily a lot.
The non-objective story made me stuck into the plot.
I've gained some experience from his highly-frightening life.
He's given me the spirit I will use in mine to try.

He was crying while narrating.
Recalling the old days.
He's gone so far to find no truth.
He doesn't deserve this pain.

A lonely-standing ship paying God the entrance fee,
Mourning to convince in his extremely high degree,
Telling God the story, ending his unlucky life,
Wondering the glory of God's brightly-shining eyes.

He was crying while narrating.
Ship's creaking at the seams.
He's gone so far to find no hope.
He's never leaving dreams.

He was crying while narrating.
Recalling the old days.
He's gone so far to find no truth.
He never returns to his bay.