Still Waters John DeNicola

I heard a voice, "Sit and please remain calm" The passengers panicked in their small seats The water-closer, we were going down The plane hit the surface, one last retreat Crashed into the icy, blue, Arctic sea Faces were filled with both sorrow and fear The praying and crying surrounded me "Our Father," I began and shed a tear A mother held her baby to her breast Pressure on the glass gave the crack a start The windows' all had cracked, the water chill I closed mine eyes and did not watch the rest The water froze my slowly breaking heart The darkness crept in and I lay still. Still.

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