• Darkness shrouds a wounded sailer
    Lying in a pool of his own blood
    The fear which crowds his thoughts
    Flashing white light shines upon him
    Bringing him a path of peace
    A path of rest
    Tears flowing down his cheeks
    The sowrd which hes impaled on
    Driven though his heart
    Still it is pumping
    He sees his life flashing before his eyes
    Seeing all the wonderful
    Memorys of past
    First he sees his childhood growing up without a father
    Mother always working in the poor house to make ends meet
    But never was there enough to eat
    His cloths a rag
    Yet his dignaty still intact
    He sees fields of green
    Pastures that have past
    He sees himself as a young man sailing in deep blue seas
    How he suffered as night time fell when the waters were black
    Suffering having to turn his back to his mother
    Knowing hed not see her for years to come
    But a better qaulity of life he could bring her
    Rembering the tears she cryed as he waved her goodbye
    He felt a tear run down his cheek but caught it in time for no one to see
    Its getting dark
    All he can see is the white bright light shingin his path
    It dissapears in a mist only to reveal a drakness
    He closses his eyes takes his last breath
    Falls into his eternal sleep
    He awakes to find himself floating in the sea
    Ivory white glazed cold eyes
    He thinks it must be a dream im still alive
    Oh good he wispers the ships come back for me
    i must have fallen over bord
    He grabs the outstreached arm
    Feels a heave his on bord this ship
    This ship is not my ship he says its all worm eatten
    Theres a white glowing misty light
    Torn sails oh god im on the black ship of damed sailers souls
    I sit on the deck knees up to my chest knowing im dead
    I weep for all eternity
    Till i finaly get to rest.
    cry