Beneath the sea we singers of all things
bleed graces upon glassy silver strand
The clouds above, the song amongst us rings
as breakers break, each one lifts up a hand
We long to go above, too far to tread
each in our place and we can barely stand
All we can do is look below and head
unto the depths, blue ocean grey and cold
where other sorrowed singers hold their stead
and long, like ups, until they have grown old
Ascend and look above and wonder yet
if many more of oceans fit our mold
For now, we sing and our eyes we shall set
Upon the great gold face of king of sky.
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