The solemn sky had turned pitch o' black
The blue sea is acursed
Rain drops now dance lightly on the earth
Mother Nature is crying with her might
It would be like tearing up one's own heart
To just try and imagine
The horror. The anguish.
'Tis the tragedy of deepest sorrow
'Tis the tragedy of greatest mystery
All shrouded well
Darkness overcame light
No one knows what happened
None to tell the story guarded by heaven
And so, now we pray
If it's broken, show us the remnants
If it's scarred, show us the wounds
If it's beneath, let us see
If it's safe, let us know
Prithee, God
If it's there, tell us where
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