A Sunken Ship Is Soon To Rise

A fallen sail from stormy seas

A tilted ship from the horrid breeze

A rusted chain keeps it down below

But bound to break and set it free

A Toss, A Turn, with a flip and a flop

Would take a toll and roll and rock

In attempt to compress and possibly stop

A sea of tears held in a mop

There’s no escape although we try

The aches and pains of hurtful times

Some eyes may bleed from screams and cries

As they walk the dotted lines

A lightened blue that fills the skies

A parted truth that holds the lies

Ended days filled with goodbyes

But a sunken ship is soon to rise