When we left the shore It was a sunny day
Lightning struck the sky
Far from the small and quiet bay
Asleep, we were sailing away
I woke up and realized
The sky was darkening
We were now the ocean's pray
The waves were striking As the rain was falling As our boat was wrecking "God! please protect our lives!"
The storms, just a few had survived
Boat remains, I had found
When I looked around me
Not too far on the sea My friend's corpse who had drowned
When we left the shore
It was a sunny day
Our nice trip turned to gore
Far from the small and quiet bay As the clouds are fading
The waves are settling
The sun is rising
As the wreckage is drifting.
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