Lonesome Wind

"The wind is heartless", said a father to his son.
The son replied, "I'm glad we're done."

They had sailed all day long,
Until now nothing had gone wrong.

They're fragile boat was being thrown against the rocks,
The son ran down the never-ending dock.

Tears streaming down his pale face, he jumped for the boat,
The father had time for one word, don't.

The waves swallowed him,
The father cries his boy's body is limp.

The boy's casket is rimmed wiht blue,
All that even shows happiness is his polished shoes.

The father stands at his grave,
Now the father lays.

He lays down a piece of wood,
The boy wnated to be with his boat...now he could.

The fathers tears sink into the dirt which covers his spawn,
The father walks away into the lonesome dawn.

No son, no boat,
Just himself and the lump in his throat.

The wind is vicious says a loneosme male,
His hair is white his eyes are pale.

A blast of autumn wind blows his hat away,
The wind reminds him of that dreadful day.