When I die, I hope I had time to say goodbye,
When I die, I hope I will fly.
When I die, I hope to soar to Heavens door,
When I die, to realise that I could do no more.
When I die, I hope I loved enough,
When I die, to know living wasn’t so tough.
So mop my brow and take me away,
The arms I seek have gone astray.
It beats the rocks
In an anger unknown
It claws at the shore
Causing it to foam.
A graveyard for shipping
You can’t hear their moans
No prisoners are had
Except Davy Jones
Even when calm
It swallows the sun
At the end of the day
In a burnt orange glow
COMMENTS
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Theban
12:06 May 23 2009
Simple and nice ; )
Sinora
19:03 May 23 2009
*Looks up*....I agree with him.