What do you see on the shore of the sea
is it faces of those who are gone?
Or just the grey skies and powerful lies
and the terrible deeds that were done

What do you hear on the shore of the sea
memories of injustice and wrongs?
Carried away by the spume and the spray
now just echoes of their final song

I stand at the shore of the grey heaving sea
hearing the words of the past
amongst the cold waves I can see distant graves
of the ones who stayed true to the last