Theres a child staring across the water As he sights his forgotten Tears flow from his hideous face The face that has lived through the hell of his race The time is lost as he sights the moon The music is sweet,he begins to swoon The water is rising,washing away any evidence Of the failures ruins,the destruction of man The taste of salt in his mouth As he stares at the emptiness left in the south His body is numb,unfeeling to this death He dies with three sixes engraved on his breast Now there remains only the water,just a fragment of sand, the blood on the altar Has flowed through the generations of blindness As they prayed to their symbols of peace kindness
water, unfeeling, swoon, sight, flowed