Belgrano
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Deep down under water in the frozen southern sea, Many miles away from home I met reality. There I witnessed history, it changed me deep inside, It was early May 1982, the day the old girl died. I was there for justice, to set our people free, Fighting for freedom, that was truth enough for me. To the icy waters south, we had travelled many miles, There I lost my innocence, the day the old girl died. The blow was struck a mile away, although I couldn't see, I felt souls torn from bodies, reluctantly set free. The sea outside was silent; I was floating in a dream, Though I couldn't hear a thing, inside I heard them scream. Freedom, truth and justice, all I previously held dear, Were swiftly swept from my mind with nausea and fear. Inside me was upheaval; inside me it was cold, Battling insanity, I was fighting for control. I couldn't shut them out you see, nowhere could I hide, I felt them all pass away, the day the old girl died. |
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Author: Buck Taylor
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