A thousand giant waves
Came pounding that day,
Came breaking through the walls
And my life.
The tide has turned now,
Washing my life out to sea,
Taking the beautiful garden,
That I tended so carefully,
Taking my home, my life.
I pray before I die,
Let me hear her
In the pounding waves.
Let me hear her
Through the wind in the trees,
And the cold that plays
Upon my fragile bones.
Let me hear her,
As I walk upon the stones
Towards my death,
Calling my name.
Yes, it’s her that I hear
Calling me home.

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