Sinking .... sinking .....

On the first of December, I was commisioned to sail away on the ship that was sinking, forty nights and forty days. And while I went under the tears of a murdered land, was turning the earth into sand. I was too cold to be sleeping so I light up a candle of regret to burn the secret I'm keeping, and pray that someday I can forget. The cries of my people, the world of doubt inside my head, I think of the day when I'm gone ....

Am I alone here? Are there others like me too? I'm safe in my capsule and unable to move. How long has it been now, and where will this journey end? Will it end?

I don't know... I don't know .... I don't know .......