Another Brick In The Wall

The Wreckage

He leans against a swaying palm tree,

I cannot see,
I cannot see,

The wreckage lay dead, reaped by the waves,

I wanna be saved,
Why can’t I see?

The sand is dark yellow, and clashed with green ferns,

Oh God it burns,
God damn it burns,

The sun rises up higher and higher,

I am on fire,
My body burns,

The water ate the boat, leaving nothing but foam,

Take me home,
Oh take me home,

And the leaves try to fan his body in vain,

Stop the pain,
And take me home,

In life, he had only done people good,

I need food,
I need food,

He wondered if he somehow offended God on high,

Lord, I’ll die,
Without some food,

The midday sun finally begins to sink,

I need a drink,
I need a drink,

He tries to stand up, but falls back to the ground,

I need to be found,
And get me a drink,

He crawls to the water, filled with coral and kelp,

Someone help,
Someone help,

But the salt burns his wounds and mangles his guts,

All these cuts,
I need help,

Now the moon has risen, with the stars as its aid,

I’m afraid,
I’m afraid,

And the ghosts of the island slowly appear,

Filled with fear,
I’m so afraid,

They dance around fire, but no heat can he feel,

They’re not real,
They’re not real,

They chanted and screamed and stories they tell,

This is hell,
And hell is real,

Sometime before morning, a specter comes over,

The cliffs of Dover,
Cliffs of Dover,

And grabs his hand, and takes all his fear,

I hear they are lovely,
This time of year,

Led by the ghosts, he begins to walk inland,
Leaving the sand and the waves and the moon,
They are all swallowed by thick underbrush,
And did not return as the sun arose,
The water harvested the last of the wreckage,
The last bit of proof of Neptune’s harsh wrath,
The palm trees swayed in the soft morning breeze,
And the ocean sat still, like cloth stretched to the horizon.