The Sea
It kills men without discrimination
Yet there are those who call it their best friend
It has been here since before creation
Its wrath may burn, to a terrible end
There are songs about its beauty and pow’r
Yet they fail to mention those it has killed
When it unleashes its anger, men cower
Only when they face death, with fear they’re filled
There are times when it brings good luck to men
Next it suddenly steals ten thousand lives
Then it strokes swimming children’s cheeks again
Other times it seizes men’s guiltless wives
There isn’t anywhere it cannot see
It is fickle and strong, it is the sea