The boat was bobbing softly
On waters uncharted yet
No set course to follow
No shore to be met.
Drifting with the ocean wind
Lazing unaimingly about
And the little boy sat forlorn
Unable to even cry out.
No one to hear him for miles
No one to touch his heart
No one to feel his misery
No one to watch him die.
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