The Girl

She was so sure of the shore,
much before the crashing storms.
She's dance on the beach, empty and pail.
But the water pulled her down, the brutal winds wailed.

Tides dragged her off without a name.
For now, she lived where seashells lay.
No words to speak, the silence keeps
the fear in her heart at bay.

Cold watery world, it's no place for a girl.
She sleeps now in a ship's curl.
In her mind songbirds sing of forest's green
as her life begins to unfurl.

She will never drown in the water here.
She lives in the waves, empty of fear.
A sunken ship's deck is where she rests her head.
Forever living underwater because you can't drown the dead.