As I sail from sea to sea,
There’s many things that I have seen
Mountains made by mysteries
A skull from many histories.
As I lay my heavy head,
Lying in the captain’s shed
I heard the storms from outside
And I knew it was a wild ride.
I woke up to pounding water,
Acting like a drowning toddler
I went up to swim free
Acting like a suffering bee.
Then I busted through the wall,
And in the dark water I shall fall
Swimming up to the shore
Beach, sand saved me from gore.
I’ve struggled many days and many nights,
A war with death I will fight
So all I have now is my food supply
SOS, why me, why?
-T.A. Wilson
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