(OlivaO'NeillCafferyMiddleton)

As he stood upon the watch deck

Looking out onto the sea

It would offer no solutions

Only silent company

So he took hold of the reasons

As he tried to understand

But they offered just confusion

As they bled into his hands

Dear God

Couldn't you decide

What should happen to a man's assassin

Dear God

Is it suicide

I have never been a man of passions

I believe what the prophets said

That the oceans hold their dead

But at night when the waves are near

They whisper

And I hear

There are wounds that bleed inside us

There are wounds we never see

They are part of our refinements

That allow a man to be

There are wounds that bleed in silence

With aristocratic grace

There are tears we keep beside them

Never seen upon a face

Dear God

Do you think it's wise

To remember everything that's ever happened

Dear God

Could we compromise

Or must the shadows of this night be everlasting

I believe what the prophets said

That the oceans hold their dead

As I contemplate this stand

What I do

Is who I am

I believe what the prophets said

That the oceans hold their dead

But at night when the waves are near

They whisper

And I hear

Don't see the storms are forming

Don't see or heed the warning

Don't hear the sound of tyrants

Surrounded by the silence

Columbus and Magellan and De Gama

Sailed upon an ocean

In a world of ignorance

With thoughts so primitive

That men were killed

With no more will

Than that they simply had the notion

But in this world of heartless men

This thing they never did

Don't hear it

Don't hear it

Don't hear it-acap