Adieu Maritime

A city of Maritime, the feet in the water

The head high in the air

I laid across the warm sands

Of the beaches

On my homeland

The sun rested on the golden horizon

Rays of light bounced on the waves

Drinking from a chalice

I had stolen

For a moment I knew

Silence was bold and

Rest assured so was I

Because in the city of Maritime

Our hands on the naval perception

The hearts having left the town

Warm sands gone in the cannon fodder

The head high in the air put down

Cool feet pushed out of the water

Not a single voice was heard

For silence was bold

In Maritime’s falling, so was I

Once I left my hometown, my heart sank

As the ashes rose to the arid sky

My spirits went down far below

To the memories of Maritime

To the songs of the old