Flowers Not Nets

Seventy miles, that's all they cried, to better life, a chance
So into boats they did climb, under dark and starlit skies
With hopes and dreams like you and I, but fleeing war and fear
Fingers crossed and hands hold tight, Lampedusa they do near

And on goes life, but not for some
Taken by the salty depths, and they'll never see the sun

The wind whipped up to a frenzied beast, clawing at the sea
The waves tall like mountains grew, and crashed like fallen trees
They knew, but backs turned they sat, again didn't hear our cries
Speak no, see no, hear no evil, turn and let us die

And on goes life, but not for some
Taken by the salty depths, never again to see the sun
And on goes death, though the graveyards are full
Where will tomorrows bodies lie, that from the sea we pull

A prize for peace you don't deserve, Lampedusa's mayor declared
Is this the way you 'stem the flow', and wash your guilty hands
A telegram I do demand, for every life that's lost,
Like it was white, one of our own, drowned out playing in the sun

And on goes life, but not for some
Taken by the salty depths, and they'll never see the sun
And on goes death, though the graveyards are full
Where will tomorrows bodies lie, that from the sea we pull

Lampedusa bares a burden of pain, they see what most do not
And fishermen cast flowers not nets to the sea at the set of sun

And on goes life, but not for some
Taken by the salty depths, and they'll never see the sun
And on goes death, though the graveyards are full
Where will tomorrows bodies lie, that from the sea we pull
And on goes life, but not for some
Taken by the salty depths, and they'll never see the sun
And on goes death, though the graveyards are full
Where will tomorrows bodies lie, that from the sea we pull