Existentialism on the harbor

It all went down on a winter’s day,

The rain is soaking in the hay.

The ships were launched the sea of green,

I can’t deny the things I’ve seen.

I raised my hands up to my head,

And then realized the blood ran red.

The lighthouse stands above the rest,

And put all space and time to test.

The sinking ships across the way,

It all went on, on a winter’s day.