Nightmare of the Past
I looked out of my window, disturbed from my sleep
I was startled when I saw water knee high deep
I saw troubled people get out of their rooms
In front of their faces there was nothing but gloom
Lurking in the hallways, were cries of the dying
I could hear nothing but the shouts of the living
There was no need to proclaim, "The ship is sinking!"
I could hear loud and clear that the waves were rushing.
As I walked through the freezing icy cold waters
My whole body's shaking, from my face to my nerves
When a ferocious wind blew, I shook and shivered
Thinking survival's the only thing that matters
The sweat of the people arouses in the air
With the smell of adrenalin, fear and despair
Some fought for their lives beyond the hopeless moment
Some gave up and accepted what was truly meant.
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