Echoes of the Fitzgerald

Oh, hear me once again, the story I hold tight,

The legend of the Fitzgerald, lost into the night.

A steel ship on Lake Superior, brave and bold,

Carrying dreams and cargo, stories yet untold.

The waves they roared and thundered, the wind did cry,

But I just can't forget when she sank and died.

I hear the voices, telling me to let it go,

They say it's just a story, but I won't say no.

Tell me once again about the Fitzgerald's fall,

How she fought the storm and answered nature's call.

And though they're tired of hearing, my heart feels the thrill,

A tale of courage, tragedy, I would tell until.

Some think I’m stuck in moments, locked inside my mind,

But stories like the Fitzgerald, they’re treasures I find.

No need to judge or whisper, let the past unwind,

It’s part of who I am, in tales I’m entwined.

So maybe I’ll keep talking, about that mighty ship,

Her journey and her legacy, I’ll never let slip.

For in the waves and stories, my soul still stitches,

The sinking of the Fitzgerald, across my niches.