One day I saw a curious scene
Upon the rugged rocks I sat
Up on a cliff to watch the sea
There was no one there, at least I thought.
Then for a moment I saw a lonely soldier on the shore,
Staggering to and fro,
Swinging his sword is if he’d never lost his courage.
And as he began to run, on legs which could hardly take more,
Screamed all the while that the world is so insane,
He was searching for a reason to believe.
With all his rage spent, he slowly collapsed weeping.
The length of his sword his only support.
And as the sea rushed in, swirling his body towards her inner depths,
I wondered of his battle, though his pain I understood.