Fifty Seven

These waters groan, I whisper your name, our ship sails alone, don't know what to do, a brilliant stain, covers your ruin, can I ever atone, what I sought in your name, especially in war, how unlovely the truth, that echoes disgrace, brings me back to you, whatever has flown, look over the waste, in this troubled zone, the sea's lemon blue, your face is drained, nothing more is new, you need another home, help me to stay sane, who knows what's gone, is it me you blame?