I'm on my way to the iceberg.
My ship has drifted to a cold place
A hard place..
A heavy place to breathe.
My hands are shivering
My hands are shaking
My knees weak my faith is breaking come quick my tongue is whitening
Then I saw you...in the mist of my inner being who would of known that a iceberg would be home would be safe would be hot would be cold as my ship hits it I saw IT!! I saw it!!! The Sun Rise