He lay upon the burning beach,
the darkness falling fast.
as to the night he made this speech,
and then he softly past.
My love I made my promise true,
but now i cannot keep.
I swore I would return to you,
but here alone now sleep.
Arrows pierced my beating heart,
the one I gave to you.
And now i fear we two must part,
my love was ever true.
The stars have bleed from foreign skies,
in tribute from above.
Replacing in the firmament,
My heart, my words, my love.
He lay upon the burning beach,
a smile upon his lips.
As his wifes faded photograph,
fell from his finger tips.