Sorrow of the Sea

The sea, the sea

The endless sea

The sea of people

It sings to me

It sings of fear

It sings of pain

it sings of things I know all too well

It sings of things I'll never be taught

It sings of the future and what it brings

My future is swords

My future is fire

My future is dragons up on a cliff

The dragon of strength

The dragon of might

The dragon that only the bravest can slay

I've heard the tales of those who won

And saved their lands from the blazing flames

Who grow their grain up nice and tall

Who know when it's ripe

Who know when to harvest

I've heard the tales of these who lost

Of those who made a home in the ashes

Who watch as the world around them moves on

While their limbs just waste away

I've heard the tales of those like me

Of those too young

Of those unsure

Our tale is one still being built

Being pushed and shoved by those who passed

By those who disturb their barren fields

By kicking up a wind to warn us

I sit on a stool with my sword at my hip

With a blade untouched by the sun

With a hilt too shiny and new

My sword does not guide me

Not as the sun

Looming across the sky

Stretches my shadow to the ends of the earth

To the ends of what I perceive

Stretches my shadow into the shape of a dragon

Headless or breathing depends on the day

And my sword always itches to kill

My future is a song of the past well known

Of trials and destruction widespread

It's a reflection I see

In the eyes of the people

In the eyes of the strangers I know

It's a sea of despair

With rubies of sorrow and pearls of hope

It's a sea too far away

A sea to close for comfort

It's a sea that I'll never quite know