You feel the wind against your face,
As he gazes into your eyes.
What do you see ahead?,
The Sea of Sorrow.

The winds become stronger,
The waters become more rapid and rough.
You’re now riding,
The Sea of Sorrow.

Next port. Happiness.
Your decision, no one else can make it for you.
Should you get off here,
Or continue fighting,
On The Sea of Sorrow?

The winds die down as you choose your path.
You feel sad and lost.
You look around this new ship.
Alone.
Maybe it’s not so bad.
For soon enough, you will again feel the pain,
Of The Sea of Sorrow.