Only the first sailor could even relate
to how lonely i feel in my own skin
floating through time and taking up space
stuck in cyclone and tired of spin
A tear in the eyes sinks last memory
a flood of anger in the heart
The fear of loss, my vessel is capsizing
tends to rip my mind apart
The ship run aground, its time to abandon
Sweet sorrow and anger brought on by my strife
Last attention to orders escape from the captain
Cast anchors and life rafts, the fight for my life!
Sunday, February 25, 2007
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