The coolness of the ocean breeze,
And long moments of peace;
there was laughter everywhere
and joy filled the air;

But who could ever know
that when the next wind will blow,
our joy would disappear
and sorrow would appear;

In every eye hung a tear
and in every heart a deepest fear,
for everyone knew
that this story isn't new;

everyone will drown-
when the boat sinks down
terrified by this,
everyone knelt down on their knees:

Moments ago,
were neither enemy nor foe,
kids played on every deck
and lovers leaned on a lover's neck;

yet moments ahead,
everyone would be dead,
even the young and old,
the timid and the bold;

At last only a few people will say,
"come on let us pray
that unto these souls should peace be,
And our hearts be cleansed of this tragedy";

In life,
put away thine strife,
accommodate one another
like a brother;

because when death comes,
it would be like the thorns,
that hurts both rich and poor-
it will knock at everyone's door;

It could be today or tomorrow,
in the midst of thine merry or sorrow;
only bear it in mind,
it comes in an unguarded time.