Red seas cross a bleak horizon,
They move yet they are still,
Robed and clad in red they were,
The men of the missing land,
They wander without reason,
Sees the man on the hill,
He ponders, with them to confer,
He asks what he is to think,
They speak with silence saying;
Help me,
Heal me,
Lead me,
What else can a man do he says,
That man atop the hill,
They speak with silence saying;
Test me,
Teach me,
Correct me,
If you wish he says,
That man atop the hill,
The seas stand still,
What could not be done, the miracle,
By the man atop the hill,
They speak with silence saying;
Move us,
Push us,
Change us,
What else can a man do he says,
That man atop the hill,
They speak with silence saying;
Watch us,
Control us,
Rule us,
If you wish he says,
That man atop the hill,
The seas were one,
Each and every the same,
Held in a current of order,
They whisper saying;
Release us,
Free us,
Leave us,
He cannot hear the whisper below,
That man atop the hill,
They scream saying;
What of this,
What of us,
Why us,
He thought to himself,
That man atop the hill,
He looked down upon the seas,
Robed and clad in gray they were,
Then he called softly from above,
You spoke with silence saying;
Help me,
Heal me,
Lead me,
What else could I do he said,
That man atop the hill,
You spoke with silence saying;
Test me,
Teach me,
Correct me.
