Yes, they’ll go silently,
Some may not even seem to fight.
The water will be their final grace
As the depths call for their life.
And you may hear only silence
And think of the ease of waves
The gentle lull and caressing pull;
You’ll see poetry in their graves.
But here in the saltwater shallows
And here in the darkest depths
You cannot see the battle fought
And lost in life’s final breaths.
It's not peace behind the current
That rests them in their graves
It's war that tears their souls apart
In corrosive, salty waves.
Yes, you hear only silence,
As they sink farther and farther down,
But the screams can only be silent
When coming from those who drown.
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