The Old Ship
by Feeza Jazri

From the skies above I can see
The Old Ship is getting crazy
Working hard every day as you can see
Now come the time to be set free

From the changing of days and nights so it be
The Old Ship begin to miss the sea
The angry waves and big rocks underneath the sea
Has reached its destiny with memories of past glory

Only to God all livings and things will be
No matter how long you made your journey
Of all your good many can see comes praises and glory
May He forgive you from evil you cannot see

10 March 2017, Windhoek, Namibia