Hand in hand, ankle deep in the sand
Eyes ablaze, we
Some time passed, our nets cast in the sea, and
Out in the sea a ship makes its way through
Women, Children. To the lifeboats!
The waves strike, like knives in
"Hero," they call me. I am gutless and afraid!
They say,
Rain falls softly on my brow
coursing down I'm washing away
slowly
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