Sea takes its mighty heave,
The bowl of life, sinks deep in,
It finds itself in the gorge of water,
With hills of death on both quarters.
Lost in storm, the light is,
The bowl half fills with water,
And it trips within,
It finds itself without friends,
No mercy from God, only bends.
Lost in storm, the light was,
Sea exhales,
The bowl sees light,
Cradle of life,
Filled with hope inside.
Lost in storm, the light was,
But, is no more now,
The light, the hope, will touch you,
My friend, have solitaire,
And you will taste the fruit again...
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