A wise old vessel sails the sea
year after year, relentlessly.
Tidal waves stretch and bend
and crash greeting their familiar friend.
The hull is forced to squeak and rock.
The hoists, intimidated, untie and dismast.
The new passengers hastily lose all hope,
and forget the craft's experienced past.
It's said that gods have built this ship,
and Ra' always takes care of his kin.
For when the storm rips, and the sunshine begins,
The ship shall exist,
and so shall you.