The surf will go down
As the tides slow down
It ain’t misery or an unlucky frown
But a turbulent terrain we have to endure.
While the bygones ain’t coming back and the martyrs will still be moving past,
The soul, the brick and mortar
Shall still stand adorned
With delicate strands of humanity
Yet ever so strong to be mourned
As theres no way that the life in this
Can give in to be grounded below dirt
Although it takes effort to feel it be reborn everyday
Humanity is not bound by death or birth.
