Sometimes we have to navigate in bad water being
Lost among family and friends
That have their own problems
Such is life,
That when we need help the most
It seems to be farther away
Than we can reach
We are trapped in a limbo
Being to weak to get out of the trap
But to strong to sub comb
And here we are waiting for
The iceberg to melt
So that our bad ship
Might reach the
West Indies
Going by Greenland
Was not a good idea
Even though the name
Seemed to promise
A good time