Ship

I myself, my journey, passing, 
I have felt the storms, 
and winds. 
I got a broken life, 
it compensates for the whole time. 

My ship is a barque in the clear, 
its flag already tearing winds. 
There is a cover on the slippery, 
as well as dangerous, 
at night it only controls the Sirens 
songs, as well as deceiving lips. 

I have trusted in vain lights 
the lighthouse of ignition, 
driven sea reefs dangerous. 
Has been repaired many times my ship hull, 
while the waves of the direction 
of my journey to this. 
I do not know what is the last port of call, 
and destination. 

The mast of my ship flies over now, 
skull flag in the storm torn. 
Towards the last port, 
the pirates to control the receiver.