Sorrow leans on the bottom of the ocean,
Tears weeping against foreign shores,
Destructive waves hitting wall after wall,
Ships flowing on her seductive glossy surface,
Made up with myth and treasure,
Loaded down in the holds,
Are her majestic treasures,
Sunk to the bottom of the ocean
Sorrow leans on the bottom of the ocean,
Star fish roam,
Over that treasure that once adorned Queens on show,
Becoming, Ocean bound,
Cause of all the sorrow,
Her tears that follow,
That treasure chest sunk to the bottom,
In the bellows,
Far bellow,
Locked behind pearl embedded hatchways,
Now a sanctuary for all that is holy,
Fish and shark eat her folly.
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