This is the Theme of Tears.
The sun rises. The grass glistens with the spring time dew.
And in the air, the still silence of solemnity rings.
Cold across the distant dawn where whispers sing.
And the sea rocks and cries.

It cries to the crosses. And to the red, once white as snow.
In and out and in and out, the glow of lost hope.
And for once, there isn’t a double meaning.
Just crosses on the cliff top where memories fade.
And loved ones are lost to tears.

Suddenly, the grace of it disappears. And red is left.
Rage revealed in those last few seconds. The peace,
All gone. To terror. Pain. Tears.
And the sea cries still.
Close to the edge.

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