Under a tree, a bench, sits a man
A hollow breath, draws all the air he can
Eyes shut, he hears a single chirping bird
The most enchanting sound his ears has ever heard
An ocean spray that landed on his face
From a cold beach, a god forsaken place
In the distance, a mighty iron roar
Years have passed, but it still shakes him to his core
He grabs for a hand that is no longer there
In their eyes he could see a desperate, silent prayer
He’d tell them all will be right in the end
But he knows such fear he could never really mend
A sea of souls scattered on the land
A sight that leaves only few men to stand
From that moment all
On the stormy oceans
An ailing wooden boat
Thorn by violent motions
A fight to stay afloat
Somber clouds roars ahead
Looming harsh and dark
Drowning all the sun has bled
Slaying every single spark
Sink down, beneath the deep
To the bed of nameless graves
A thousand souls forever sleep
Concealed by sheets of countless waves
All the way to the ocean floor
Where light will never touch
A fading dream of the mighty shore
For which you seek so much
The Deer
The forest floor bathes in mist
Not a place the sun has kissed
The water sleeps cold and still
While a single deer walks the hill
With pointy ears, he scans for sounds
Maybe he’ll hear a hoof that pounds
He searched and searched for many days
But trees have shaped a tricky maze
Through deep breath he wheezes
He pauses long, the muscles eases
Heaving his head to fight the daze
He now feels how the antlers weighs
Soon the lake will turn to ice
The deer has seen it more than twice
Through day and night and biting freeze
Wandering still among the trees
Under a tree, a bench, sits a man
A hollow breath, draws all the air he can
Eyes shut, he hears a single chirping bird
The most enchanting sound his ears has ever heard
An ocean spray that landed on his face
From a cold beach, a god forsaken place
In the distance, a mighty iron roar
Years have passed, but it still shakes him to his core
He grabs for a hand that is no longer there
In their eyes he could see a desperate, silent prayer
He’d tell them all will be right in the end
But he knows such fear he could never really mend
A sea of souls scattered on the land
A sight that leaves only few men to stand
From that moment all
On the stormy oceans
An ailing wooden boat
Thorn by violent motions
A fight to stay afloat
Somber clouds roars ahead
Looming harsh and dark
Drowning all the sun has bled
Slaying every single spark
Sink down, beneath the deep
To the bed of nameless graves
A thousand souls forever sleep
Concealed by sheets of countless waves
All the way to the ocean floor
Where light will never touch
A fading dream of the mighty shore
For which you seek so much
The Deer
The forest floor bathes in mist
Not a place the sun has kissed
The water sleeps cold and still
While a single deer walks the hill
With pointy ears, he scans for sounds
Maybe he’ll hear a hoof that pounds
He searched and searched for many days
But trees have shaped a tricky maze
Through deep breath he wheezes
He pauses long, the muscles eases
Heaving his head to fight the daze
He now feels how the antlers weighs
Soon the lake will turn to ice
The deer has seen it more than twice
Through day and night and biting freeze
Wandering still among the trees