Beyond the shore

The waves are coming and cannot be hold;

The boy on the beach belongs to a story that cannot be told;

The tide keeps coming and going over and over again;

The rage may be the only way;

Is there no rage enough for a right pray?

The tide takes away the pain that I am feeling, is it in vain?

Three lines cannot be big enough to show these feelings;

Can we be called of superior race?

Can we wait for the God's grace?

Until that moment comes, we shall be here;

In your own knees, facing your private fear;

All of you humans, the best ones of our kind;

Are you tough enough to see some death or is it better to be blind?

Hold your breath, all the beauty has been lost before;

… After all… it's just another body on the golden shore;