Reya Two

These waters groan, they whisper your name, our ship sails alone, doesn’t know what to do, a brilliant sail, covers the crew, can we ever atone, what’s sought in our name, especially at war, how ungainly the ruin, that brings us disgrace, to face our ship now, the love that has flown, we study the waste, in this troubled home, the sea is lemon blue, your face drained, nothing more is new, whatever has flown, help us stay sane, honour and blood, we hold by the flame.