Ten Forgotten Souls

A storm bound night, a distant light,
A sea drawn black with rage.
A creaking ship, a fruitless trip,
Her spirit lost through age.

Red with rust, a festered crust,
Her final voyage I think,
One hundred miles the nearest port,
Surely she must sink.

All hands on deck, pray save our souls,
The may day loud and clear.
An empty sea, a cruel place,
With no one there to hear.

Of boys and men, we number ten,
We clasp our hands and pray.
Spare us Lord, and guide us home,
We beg of you this day.

Words of comfort, little joy,
Our cries for help ignored.
The widows weep, the mothers cry,
Oh where were you my Lord?

A vessel lost, another name,
The mission bell still tolls.
A vessel lost, another name,
And ten forgotten souls.