Dues
Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 12:17 pm
I stand on the bow of a ship called Eve
And felt a thing I can’t conceive
The wind, the rain, the slack in sails
The wood, the cracks, the rusty rails
The crew, the deck, the very hull
The all bend and stop to heed
The sounds of the mother giving seed
An eruption of molten rock
From the volcano send a shock
A ripple through the ocean baring news
The people of Earth have paid their dues
And felt a thing I can’t conceive
The wind, the rain, the slack in sails
The wood, the cracks, the rusty rails
The crew, the deck, the very hull
The all bend and stop to heed
The sounds of the mother giving seed
An eruption of molten rock
From the volcano send a shock
A ripple through the ocean baring news
The people of Earth have paid their dues