Travelling to America with hopes of a brand new life;
Crammed into steerage with his young child and his wife.
It took his whole life’s savings and some borrowed money too;
Dreams of prosperity, this trip would get them through.

Sounds of music from the top deck, where the privileged class would dine,
Were fodder for his new world dreams of a life in a future time.
His skills as a craftsman, he was sure would treat them well;
Where they go after Ellis Island only chance and fate could tell.

He laid with his wife that night; his young child in-between;
For days, the open skies, not one of them had seen.
They drifted off to sleep with thoughts of an America so nice;
Later that evening the Titanic struck some ice.

The rest of this story, you certainly already know;
What few life boats they had, weren’t for the passengers down below.
Their prayers for a better life were answered in a different way;
At the bottom of the ocean, in the unsinkable liner they still lay.