Beneath the sea, a wreckage lies,
Structures hidden from sailor’s eyes.
A drowning world, a quiet grave,
Where time and water wave.
Then drought arrived upon the sea bed,
Just like how Moses parted seas bed.
I can see the shipwreck’s bones in silence lay,
Awaiting the ocean’s return day.
One day, the waves will rise once more,
To cover the shame of days before.
And all that is lost, beneath the sea,
Will find its rest, in secrets, sleep.
Far above human sight.