Salty ocean water stings my nose
Six thieves and beggars in a row
Torn and tattered clothes and skin
Starvation is now nothing to them
Wrecked boats watching a doom linger near
Slowly floats awaiting the harbor
Tough crowd to break a tear of laughter
Simply proud they don't have to go along
The reassured boy stands with wisdom step by step
Guards slipping the rough rope on his thin neck
Singing their very last song of death
Everyone standing by, for this is something..
They cannot miss.
Sadly swaying with the wind
Whistling and humming the song til their end.
The executioner slowly lifts his axe
Sending his prisoners away at last
They hear no screams or cries
Listening to the last breath of many lives
Spirits now floating out to sea
Where never shall they die, but only be.
