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
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