LAND UNDER THE SEA


There's a land that's near, yet far, where people live for free
Where all the people go to, when they are lost at sea.
All the people whome they say, are missing, most likely drowned.
Live in a land of make believe, so near but never found

There's always fun and laughter there, never death or sorrow.
People live from day to day, and never for tomorrow.
There's dancing every evening, to the Titanic's own small band.
The leader is Glen Miller, and the sound is oh so grand.

The MC is Lord Kitchener, he tells you what to do.
His catch phrase every evening is"the dance floor it needs you"
Emiliar Airheart looks so fine in a dress blue as the sky.
As she chats to Ami Johnson, about when they both did fly.
There's people from every nation their, from wars both old and new.
Grey and khaki uniforms mix with many shades of blue.
Heroes from histories pages, all mingle as they dance.
Warriors from every nation, do now give peace a chance.

It's just a place we dream of, that rests upon ones mind.
And though we search through maps for years, no chartered land we'll find.
It's just a land of make believe, for those who've died at sea.
And the last dance every evening is, "Nearer my God to thee"

Barry Eva 2002 

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