Stephen R Coffee ©2004
Try writing a song about a trip to Greece without using the word "ancient".
Beneath Poseidon’s sea
Sunlight breaks through the waves
Ghosts of gods and men are stirring
In their salty gravesSpirits shimmering blue
Silent centuries long
If you close your eyes and listen
You may hear their songWe will rise
And breathe again, to tell our story
Taste the sky
And walk the land to claim our glory
Sure as our song runs through your lives
We will riseFind the rocky shore
And from the ruins above
Ghosts of kings and queens and paupers
Peer out through the dustWalk the narrow streets
It’s unmistakably clear
If you come to haunt this city
Voices you’ll hearDo we even notice
As the waves gather ‘round us?
Do we see the dust
As it blows over our eyes?Who will turn their ear
When concrete falls from the steel
Broken glass and dreams and atoms
Our true powers revealedThose who dig our bones
And judge the truth of our songs
They’ll say
How the mighty all have fallen
Will they hear our voices calling