All you men caught in the sea
How you stare and laugh at me
Ticking time the tide roars in
Covering you and all your kin
Rooted there, you’ll always be
Thrashed by waves’ long rhapsody
I hear the grate of rocks on sand
all sweeping gainst this statue band
Of bronze heroes, aged in green
The saddest thing that’s ever been.
They die daily, covered in waves
Sinking neath their watery graves
Just like us, when we die
Covered in earth and grass and sky.
But, rooted fast, fighting undertow,
The men who died begin to grow
We see their heads as tide rolls back
Bringing forth the hope we lack
And maybe life is like the tide
Birth and death intertwined abide.
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