Flight 19 - Lonewolf

A day of December 1945

Born one of the great mysteries of time

Fascination and legends melt

About the sea which caused so much death

A flight of routine, leaving off ground

Sky clear and blue, no troubles in sight

But no one returned, like many to come

Radars lost their trace, darkened myth was born

Flight nineteen, disappeared from the screens

Their traces got lost eternally

Flight nineteen got lost in the sea

Or somewhere in time, no witness to see