The Ship Sails

High in the mountains,the sun veils.
Cloud dances and ship sails.
They say the magical tales.

Of flying ships,ocean whales.
They say it's full of treasure.
Big,with no specific measure.

They tell he legend of an air ship.
Full of magic and whit.
You can see it in the clouds during day.

If you just look up,far away.
They say it runs by magic.
And nothing tragic happens to it.

Nor to its treasure.
I know it's just a legend.
But this myth about the treasure.

Everyone looked high and low.
For gold coins,diamonds,money flow.
Some say it's not real.

That the sky is blue,not teal.
They say,get your head out of the sky.
You won't see it,no matter,you cannot deny.

But the rarest of people who have seen the ship.
Have been told to keep it a secret, or they get a whip.
They saw all the gold,diamonds,treasure.

Jewelry,gemstones of no measure.
Up in the mountains,valley low.
Exists an ancient magic,high and low.

The ship can lead you to adventures away.
In a town,a city.
Or somewhere far away.

If you just join its crew.
The ship sailed and flew.
You'll feel brand new.

Once you see the ship,too.
You'll find it in cloud nine,in the sky.
It will magically shine.

Not controlled by time.
You'll feel just fine.
Once you join and shine.

They say its magic never ends.
When you are on it,time bends.
The treasure you find will be divine.

You sail the ship and pass the time.
When you go on the ship.
You will go on a magical trip.

You'll see beyond the stars.
And beyond people's hearts.
You'll visit magical parts of the land.

And you'll find out what you are meant.
When the ship sails.
And sun veils.

We'll tell on the tales.
Of a magic ship.
Let's go together on a trip.

We'll travel beyond the stars.
We'll travel far away.
And eventually,heal our hearts.