The Ocean Ranger

A tranquil fishing village, on the rock bound coast of Newfoundland

Friends and loved ones gathered, to try and lend a helping hand

In the bleak forbidding quiet, of a peaceful funeral home

Sitting there with memories, their thoughts can only roam

Senses dulled to blankness, by deeply saddened heart

Eyes burned red from crying, their souls feel torn apart

Hearing but not really listening, no words seem to be right

They had waited, hoped and prayed throughout the lonely night

Survivors not the victims, though still victims all the same

They lost far more then money, when Neptune played his game

Now they say the matters over, the Ocean Rangers put to rest

To cover up this tragedy they all did their very best

The government couldn’t be at fault, or the mighty Mobil Oil so big

They just said it’s just the chance you take, working on their oil rig

Too bad the execs couldn’t see, a lonely widow in vain wait

Waiting so forlornly forever, in a damaged mental state

I wish they would face, a  little child of only four

To have to say your father, won’t be coming home no more.