Where do I fit

Where do I fit?

On this mighty ship

Where do I fit

Do I

 

Am I to

Be one who

Slips to shores

Of never more’s

 

Or ride the seas

Where life is so

Carefree

Or dance in the sight

Or our moons guiding light

Singing and bringing

Tales of old

Of yesterday’s, sold

Where time of plenty

Meant nothing to many

Just filling the brim

Of my cup

Not without sin

 

Where do I fit

Within this mighty ship

Of fools, of schools,

With stories told uncertain

 

Am I to

Am I too

Rest now as a lost jewel

Amongst the lost lives

Steel turned to rust

 

Where do I fit

Within this mighty mighty ship

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