Why can I not the child did bray
the ocean wants me thus to play
And caps with white the torrent waves
Appeals me thus to come it's way
But dad said nay thou must not do
For two red flags be warning you
The danger there upon the foam
Be set to bring thy body harm
Insistent though the ready chap
To this ignore the father’s rant
And venture out upon his own
For he knew more than daddy’s groan
And fun he had for moments few
While playing there among the dew
Till riptide had him in its grip
To fight against he not equipped
And struggle did the boy now flail
With passioned pleas did not avail
For trapped within the ocean’s grasp
His breath did rush toward the last
No prayer nor plea nor desperate cry
Could help the foolish lad comply
With danger told him thus before
And now he’ll float upon the shore
And so with sin like ocean’s plea
Doth invite thee play for free
Enjoy the waves of wicked run
And bend thy life toward careless fun
But trapped you’ll be by torrent waves
With ne’er a hope as constant slave
To evil’s snare upon thy life
A desperate soul now filled with strife
Till thus at last sin’s mark be laid
And takes thy life in troubled state
Until thou rest upon the shore
And view red flags thou didst ignore
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