Vallejo

Break the surface all you will,
Mother of my demise;
Your womb will hold me for the kill,
It comes a great surprise.

I've loved you since I came aboard.
I don't want to leave!
I've bent to toil; my soul has soared;
You don't know to grieve.

I will someday think of you,
And remember only good.
Forget from whence my suffering grew,
I'll remember what I should.

So dive beneath the quiet waves,
And quiet be your soul.
You've more to carry to their graves,
As time's unbending goal.