By Yarrula
Heaving seas
And stinging rain
Stopped me coming
Home again.
Loving family,
Waiting long,
To hear my familiar
Home coming song.
All that's left,
Shards of wood.
The mortal remains
Of a ship that's good.
Crew floating
on debris.
Searching for another
Ship at sea.
Ship's found them,
A lucky crew.
Onward home
To see you.
Mother walking
down the trail.
Family faces
going pale.
Sailing days
Now all gone.
No more listening
For my death song.