Been to the beach?
The wind there screeches
They say, and oh
The sea has stopped its dreadful roar
Shall we go and see?
the sea, it cries, moans and sighs
No storm in sight and
yet, the birds and flies fly lost in fright
Could it be?
Our Lord, His sky and sea
Are dead, no more.
He drowned with the life that was washed ashore.