There was an old man by the sea
And he told me it called him
I asked him how
he said it had already got him.
I asked what drove him here
and he replied “Nothing”
His wife died in labor
And his son Icarus wings
What a terrible tale to fall asleep to,
I can’t go like this, I told him
“I never wished my memories happy.
Only that the waves here now hold them.”
Then off in the distance a young man walked toward us.
His hands shook like those who held the guns for us.
Forsaken is the son who murdered his own father.
who then in his own side carved out a martyr.