Where am I?
Countries, continents and universes from what I know
Thoughts of you wanders aimlessly, trotting, racing through my mind,
Making it hard to see if you can have them anymore
A bucket of ashes, that’s what you’ve become
The leftovers of the man that you were:
Protector, brother, friend, my father.
I’m anxious..I’m scared...I miss you
We’re two hours north from our sweaty cheap hostel
Through residential streets and marine bases and camps
Down a small set of stairs we find it,
An abandoned cove, private, where no one will see
Ashes in the sea, that is where we left you
Where you wanted to be, where you wanted to stay
I’m anxious...I’m scared...this is goodbye.
--- Cove's Edge