The morning hours strike the clock,
but there’s no sunrise behind these clouds.
They seal the sky from the Earth,
and cage the world in a monotonous sphere of rain and wind.
They send us further into the shallows,
hoping the waves do not overpower our little boat.
Our oars become heavy with sorrow,
as the water continues flowing with tragedy.
The port closes the levy behind us,
leaving us to fight the writhing sea,
without an escape.
We push on further,
but we’re so tired and our energy dampens.
We hear the white-caps laugh at us,
as they destroy our tiny boat with their amazing force.
we sink into the ocean we don’t understand;
we sink for the sins of man.