For those resting in the sea.
The kiss of sea mists touched her sweet lips.
Her first taste of ocean water,
Would be her last.
She was the best of them all,
So far to fall.
Fall she did slowly, into the cold, into the darkness.
Souls perished, as did a nations dream;
Into pieces by the seams.
Resting now, at the bottom of the sea.
Her first taste of the ocean would fill up her cup.