To This Siren, I Heed

How can it be?
That this silence of the sea
Persists despite waves
That come crashing over me
For there never is just one
Just one warning sent to me
From my siren of the sea
Through each breeze a century
That I've burnt under this sun
Of the sun that shines for none
But is simply set to be
The torch for all of us to see
Just how can it be?
That this silence of the sea
Persists...just ask me
What it's worth to be free.


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Well would you look at that, it's St. Patrick's Day now. I dream of corned beef.