The ocean will cry for me

Sunset over the ocean

When I have no more tears to give

Her salt water heaves

In great sobs of emotion

As constant as life

And death

And nothing

She cries 

The ocean will roar for us

When our throats are raw from screaming

When the blood on the streets has dried

And the spring grass

Has sprouted over our graves 

Her guttural moans

Are as sure as the moonrise

The ocean will sing

We hear her in our choirs

The rock concerts

The shower songs

And still she sings

But not for us

She sings for existence

For nothing and everything

For life and death

For the beings that are from her and part of her

The ocean will cry and shout and sing

Even when there is no one left to hear her.

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