I'M Coming, Father

Father had always spoken of ships Their swiftness, capacity and might I too- am amazed by this one I stare out and into the night It's cold up here, and I wonder Where we are, relative to the globe Small snowflakes tickle my rosy cheeks As I cuddle in my mother's old robe I walk down to my bunk with the others Close my eyes and dream of home All the chatter and children's breathing Just make me feel so lost and alone I don't know how long I've been sleeping But there's a red light above my head Screaming people are running all around Filling my little soul with utter dread The boat- this ship is shaking So violently, i can hardly stand I jump up, and attempt to run up the stairs And I search in vain for any land Instead, I see a dreadful sight And my nightmares are all too real Tilting and sinking- oh! We're sinking! Some stop and they try to kneel Panic has stricken the remainder that have not fallen overboard My hands are gripping the railing The only life support I can afford To die- will it be so painful? tears are flowing as I embrace my slaughter Alone in the night full of suffering I let go- and I greet the water Ice- I am blue, I am burning Father, can you help me be free? It's cold, so cold- I need to breathe in... I'm coming home to thee