Hear it pour… watch it flow
streaming down our sunken cheeks;
Salty tide, currents of grief
gathering at our dusty feet…
Pools of pearls, rivers of tears,
drop after drop of pain heartfelt.
See it flow… hear it pour
salty rain, torrents of pain;
Kindred in nature, they meet the sea;
The ocean’s tide… our salty rain ,
they unite in one mournful bond
As we bid thee eternal rest
scattering ashes to the wind and sea.
The land is scarred…
the earth is scorched
Where our tears, they meet the sea!