Where the Ships are Sinking

To the cemetery I go
Where the ships are sinking
Where the dead roll over in their shallow graves
Where the survivors fail to sooth them
In my hand are flowers
But my raging grasp crushes them
Sea of blood
Sea of lies
No one comes through
Where the ships are sinking
Where hope is not a can of Coca Cola
Where a tempest is rising out of the ashes
We wait
We wait
We wait for a word
Whether good or bad
Weather good or bad
We are ready to go
To the cemetery
I hope to never rage in the name of the dead
But heros incarnate in the direst of situations
So we sing their names
And regret their martyrdom
And the ships come in
Where the ships are sinking


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