A Wandering Tale of 52

Long is the way
As time fights against

Left by his crew
Into the blue
Cannons beside
In case storms arrive

Dark is the sea
The skies, the deep, awaits for him

He flies to the end
No birds on his way
Drowning his life
Embraced by the tide

She sings for nights and days
But always seems unheard
Her deep and mournful cry
Remains hushed by the tide

A presence unawared
Who feels that's left away
But no one saw the tears
The water have concealed
When hope was lost and sore
A figure from above
As lonely as herself
Revived what then was dead

He's making her whole
The light shining through what was left on the shore
Far away

Eyes can't see them as they drown
He is now the only one

From this time
They shall rest
In her womb
Nothing hurts



Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Benjamín Font León, Iago Porta Martín, José Ramón Roa Fernández
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