Ben Gunstone - Moon Over Mire

The moonlight on the cold sea
'Mummy', whispers child
But the boat is empty, sinking
And the sea is black and wild
Gentle God, meek and mild
Spare a little mercy

The sea gives up its dead
Red t-shirt on Turkish sand
Children judged by what deed
Will never rise from this land
There is only hell in these hands
And bloodshed

The stars are high; the stars are fire
Is there still moon
Over mire?

The eyes are deep and black and tight
And wide in deathly stares
Scraps of human rags
In ancient city squares
Our failures theirs
And the sea is cold tonight

The stars are high; the stars on fire
Where is the moon
Over mire?

Written by:
Ben Gunstone

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