People says that I\'m playing too safe
Driving the ship a snail speed
Though the wind is a gentle breeze
And no sign of storms ahead ready
I say it\'s a process
They says such thing because they knew nothing
Truth is, that the ship I sailed is a wreck
A shipwreck
And I command it to raise and stay afloat
The destined place is still so far
Must stay strong and sail ahead
It will go somewhere
But would they believe it?
Would they saw it as an excuse?
Or, would they applaud me for doing a good job sailing a broken?
Nevermind though,
It\'s not about them, It\'s about me
True, that I cannot fix it
True, that I probably make it severed
But at least I\'m trying
I will not let it sink, left it to rusts
At the deep, deep, down, on the
bottom of the ocean.