Analysis of Tiny primate vessals

Come with me on a journey through
the seas of destiny.
Sky and ocean, both endless blue
call out for discov'ry.
Sail we each from diffrent ports
and harbors we call home.
Led by drifters and lost escorts,
in waters all alone.
Looking forward to tomorrow,
forgetting of the past.
The ocean our tears of sorrow,
and rain the tears we laugh.
The sun be hope and always east,
the moon is love indeed.
Come the swelt'ring summer heat,
it's winter that we grieve.
Destiny sways and always flows
her waves this ship have shook.
Our weathered souls can never know
the next page of this book.