Sorrow

Here I sit forever rotting,
In my head forvever plotting.
And if I should die before I wake,
I wish me to the maker take.

As I lie down here in pain,
All the world has nought to gain.
While I'm in my deadly slumber,
They have made a costly blunder.

While they bound me hand and foot,
way down here covered in soot.
The man who bound me his name was Smee,
It looks as if he left the key.

Now I'm free and look who's laughing,
Soon their gates I will be crashing.
Let us leave this dreadfull place,
Hurry now pick up the pace.

Matt Waterman
3/26/97

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