Boats That Touched God’s Sky

When the sun left the sky
The ocean seemed to vanish
In boats with sails that touched God’s sky
we still are those folk if we choose to be
Our fathers are gone
Fields of ruins
where we walked
where we died
Our mothers are gone
They reach out from the sky
Calling out into the darkness
Does anyone see them
Does anyone one hear them cry
I think I do
We need you here today
We still are those folk
if we choose to be