theres a  place in ireland its name is galway  bayfull of lots fishing boats you can see along the wayyou can watch  sun as it begins to setas you watch the bay become a sillouttte.you can see  white horse as there riding by.riding on the waves underneath a moonlit skya picture of tranquilty that warm can the soul.a perfect work of art thats so full and wholethe beauty of the bay the splendour of  the seaa memory that i hold so very close to me.

there was a ocean liner sailing out to sea it would it never make its maiden destinythe sea was getting rough and icebergs all aroundthen suddenly you heard big loud scraping soundthe ship it had been hit. damaged beyond on comparepassengers in a panic as they began to scarejumping on to lifeboats as they began to flee for those who where on board escape just wouldnt bethe ship it starting sinking  and slowly it went downas the passengers watched and knew some of them would drownnow the ship has gone  to the graveyard in the seaa another ship like her there could never be