Like glass bottles on a truck with no brakes

[Marcus Nalgaber]

Like glass bottles on a truck with no brakes

 

 

They were 30 
on the small boat
like glass bottles
on a truck
with broken brakes

All of them seemed ghosts
trapped
in a tunnel
far from
where they were born
far from
were they were going going going

The sea roared
leaving them lost
and in the midst of so much fear
a woman's voice sung to her son

It's a couple fight
soon their brawl will end
and the sun will come
and with its light you will see
the promised path
towards a chosen destination
my little boy
dream