Wave after wave batters me,

With brine, dark and cold,

But I will get through this stormy sea,

So my story will be told.

 

Fate tastes bitter on my lips

My will is sapped, but not yet dead

I breathe life in painful sips

For destiny weighs heavier than lead.

 

From time to time a boat appears,

That some day I will board,

Even if it be a few more years,

For the Pleasure of my Lord.

 

At the rising sun the night will clear

Its rays will shimmer on the sand.

So I will face my every fear

Until I reach the promised land.

 

Babar Ahmad A9385AG

HMP Long Lartin                                                                                                                                                                                                      
5 August 2012

 

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