Down on the strand where the sea meets the land Where fishermen kneel over wounds that won’t heal And the water weeps at the end of the day In the mirror you walk away Among the red trees and the long dead leaves The axeman wanders but cannot remember And the earth runs like tears and will not stay In the mirror you walk away In the silent season high on the hill’s bastion In the burning rain and the soul’s dark stain Where the children lie where they lay In the mirror you walk away
