A Night of Lost Dreams

Travelling to America with hopes of a brand new life; Crammed into steerage with his young child and his wife. It took his whole life’s savings and some borrowed money too; Dreams of prosperity, this trip would get them through. Sounds of music from the top deck, where the privileged class would dine, Were fodder for his new world dreams of a life in a future time. His skills as a craftsman, he was sure would treat them well; Where they go after Ellis Island only chance and fate could tell. He laid with his wife that night; his young child in-between; For days, the open skies, not one of them had seen. They drifted off to sleep with thoughts of an America so nice; Later that evening the Titanic struck some ice. The rest of this story, you certainly already know; What few life boats they had, weren’t for the passengers down below. Their prayers for a better life were answered in a different way; At the bottom of the ocean, in the unsinkable liner they still lay.