and the cold water takes my breathe away
waiting for the inticipation of the end
make's thing's worse as i look around this
tragic fairy-tale I see the one's that have
lost all hope take their life's I am surrounded
by others watching everything they created and hoped
for crumble before them with just the last hope that someone
remembered who they are and not who they once were
these are the changed they are the martyr's we stand hoping
the best and hope those sunday prayers didnt go to waste
pleading with their thoughts though there's really no way
to make a difference from our coordinance for nothing will
matter were on this sinking beauty these are the things no one will
ever know but the survivor's are left to grieve and ponder these same
thought's how different the legacie's we leave then what the living
are left to believe, They refer back to the last time with that person whether
good,bad,happy, or sad it doesnt matter that truly was the end of their lifes.
my body washes ashore against the rocks. She got word to identify my
body though her last feelings have now changed to the way he had
always wanted them to be she lost his now resting soul
this cold dead corpse is all he was able to leave for the story.
it's sad this had to happen for her change of heart forever she
will grieve this soul of thee unknown.
Written by: Richard P. Stone