Looking out of the Ferry's window
riding across the sea with a flow
I remember how it used to be
back then you and me.

Every six months we visited family
now matter if summer or winter
now on this ferry there is only me
and my mind racing like a sprinter.

Was I happy back then you were mine?
thinking how we used to argue
from the start our love was not sublime
and only shortly after lost its value.

You and me have since moved on
and decided to stay friends after all
I lay alone now on the luscious overgrown lawn
Looking up into the blue powdery clouded wall.