Danny Bowyer - Martello

Soil-of-evening, brushed-and-cold
Strange-this-death sounds musical
With-no late-pardon, and no-repairs
Do our guests-grow-old
I withstood the weather, I was your Martello
I will stand right here

With-our hooks in other-maps
Look-for-landmarks, love
With your feet within-the-tomb
Hear the wave-speak-low
I withstood the weather, I was your Martello
I will stand right here

We violate the peace
There's meaning in the air
Under what skies do lovers go
To the next life
Without luggage this time...

Written by:
Daniel Bowyer

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