People says that I\'m playing it 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
An almost drowning shipwreck
I command it to raise and afloat
The destined place is still so far
Must stay strong and sail forward
It will go somewhere
Would they believe it?
Would they saw it as an excuse?
Would they applaud me for doing a good job sailing a broken?
Nevermind though,
It\'s not about them, but me
True, I cannot fix it
True, 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.