penguindave
10-30-2007, 10:35 AM
The Ship of Souls
The lighthouse breaks the haze,
In an eerie nightly mist,
Sat alone upon the harbor,
A ghostly child awaits his ship,
Dressed in shorts and cap,
A teddybear in his embrace,
Gazing blankly over oceans,
Sat upon an old suitcase,
His cries haunt the darkness,
Echoing beyond the afterlife,
He awaits the ship of souls,
To carry him to heavens light,
And there upon horizon's,
A ghostly vessel rides the sky,
Sounding horns played by angels,
Sent to take the souls on high,
Shining bright amidst the black,
Slowly descending into fall,
Drops anchor by the harbor,
"All aboard" the Captain calls,
The touching hands of angels,
Gently lift him in there grip,
He says farewell to the world,
Then sails away into the mist.
The lighthouse breaks the haze,
In an eerie nightly mist,
Sat alone upon the harbor,
A ghostly child awaits his ship,
Dressed in shorts and cap,
A teddybear in his embrace,
Gazing blankly over oceans,
Sat upon an old suitcase,
His cries haunt the darkness,
Echoing beyond the afterlife,
He awaits the ship of souls,
To carry him to heavens light,
And there upon horizon's,
A ghostly vessel rides the sky,
Sounding horns played by angels,
Sent to take the souls on high,
Shining bright amidst the black,
Slowly descending into fall,
Drops anchor by the harbor,
"All aboard" the Captain calls,
The touching hands of angels,
Gently lift him in there grip,
He says farewell to the world,
Then sails away into the mist.