Don't you just get that feeling,
a sad momentary loss.
Of looking at something once wonderful,
that's just been left to rot.
Its like the ships have voices,
they start shouting out to me.
That their lives were once extraordinary,
when they were once at sea.
All at once ill start to sigh,
while looking at their corpses.
Nothing should be left to die,
that once was roaring with voices.
So sake the time to say goodbye,
to these unwanted wonders.
To the ones who used to fly,
before they died down under.