I'm coming too close to the edge of the globe, 
the sea is filled with rocks and sunken boats.
The ship is still stable but the crew gambles feats; 
the price of the earnings might be a little too steep.
The sea is so churning with the emotions of few, 
the albatross flies high seeking to confuse.
The bird will circle, causing chaos;
blinding the sailors with her nautical knowledge.
And all the while the sailors train their eyes towards the sky,
no longer watching the edge they defy.
But now a whirlpool forms ahead of the ship, 
endangering the lives putting the crew at further risk.
You see the spiral down is the worst part,
not the drowning or the water swallowing your life.
The ocean can harbor dangerous things, 
get too close to the edge even the biggest ship will sink.
And I will continue to sail this ship, 
but steer clear of the whirlpool which hides my fate.
I'm coming too close to the edge of the globe, 
the sea is filled with rocks and sunken boats.