Extract4: Ship.

A ship has crashed into a shore
But storm continued wanting more
No cries or beggings have been heard
No lessons, errors have been learned.

There is no voice for you to hear,
As blinded truth is nowhere near,
A stubboarn feeling that you have
Has blinded you, cut you in half.

And here you making all mistakes,
when lie is calmly taking place
I know regret and pity sorrow
Won’t bring you here a bright tomorrow.

When muscle yours will crash in piece
I won’t be here to watch the scene,
And as a warrior on your own,
You loose your battle with no gold.