My boat was set afloat with a little struggle.
I started off with a good will, no evilness to smuggle.
The journey began with stumbling.
My boat was tumbling.

I remember, how I gazed excitedly towards the endless sea.
I never imagined how crazed I would get very soon.
By each noon, I waited for my boat to reach the shore.
But I never anticipated a storm to come.

Yet the storm began.
But I wasn't a coward, I tried to fight like a serviceman.
A battle tore through my veins.
Yet somewhere, darkness lured me in.
In its blanket of despair, its dread spreading within.

I wanted to reach the shore and...