Lying, resting, thinking of you
Listening to the men's deep snores
Pondering of whom the dream
Of wives and girls back home
Dress in their Sunday best
Quietly thinking of them
As they stroll to church
To be stuck on a ship with
Only a picture of you
Is almost as horrible as waiting for news
Of the decisions of men higher than we
Deciding our fate without knowing our name
And without warning I heard the sounds
Light and warmth that seems as if the
Sun it self had broken through cold steal walls
Jared from my bed I lay in both cool and warmth
Looking upon my hands, water and blood
Thoughts of you race around my head
As the first screeching signal bellows
Outside the walls of our cold tomb
Water is rising quickly, higher, overwhelming injured
I pull out hte picture of you in Sunday best
Kissing in one last time I whisper my love for you
Sinking, I feel you slip away, into darknesses
Wow! That's really powerful. Great imagery, great storyline. I wonder, at moments like these what inspired that. Is it true to some extent?
First stanza: they instead of the?
Fourth: steel instead of steal
and the last: it instead of in and the instead of hte.
I'm only being picky because its such a beautiful piece and it deserves to be recognised for that and some people are very fussy when it comes to spelling.