not knowing a more appropriate set of words for an old horse , she thought of horse heaven , fiddlers greens , and began to recite him the song she had written : he went waterlogged , like any good pirate my memory of him being jogged , it seems to me or twist of fate surrenders to the waters felt like being robbed of a good sailor i know that black ocean wasnt big enough for his devotion could n't sink but could n't swim his last goodbye when we say amen the lord 's prayer was n't good enough for something so reckless and tough as gentle seas grew rough i could n't contain my love seeing your watery grave gave me one last chance to save that part ripped and taken leaving you breathless , me shaken i know that black ocean want big enough for his devotion could n't sink but could n't swim his last goodbye when we say amen man overboard on his last tour of the seven deadly seas may god let his soul rest in peace on endless miles of blackened waves the last of his close shaves remember me as your knave your ever loving heroin please stay on haunting no more tears , just endless ocean ca n't stop to witness the emotion no more tears , just vast seas please rest in peace between tears she finished and by the time she was down he was resting with his head in her lap lying in his stall .