They bound our wrists and our ankles,
took our souls, our hearts then our hunger.
The little boy crumpled, lay crying
like a baby in his grave.
Be brave, I said, when it's over,
when their tethers all fray with decay,
we will dig our way out of this present,
reclaim all the days they have taken,
walk tall in the dreams of our making.
For we shall become
Sand Shadows.
Inspired by men, women and children executed 1 500 years ago. Dissolved by acidic soil, they exist now as dark-brown casts in the sand, their bones long gone.
took our souls, our hearts then our hunger.
The little boy crumpled, lay crying
like a baby in his grave.
Be brave, I said, when it's over,
when their tethers all fray with decay,
we will dig our way out of this present,
reclaim all the days they have taken,
walk tall in the dreams of our making.
For we shall become
Sand Shadows.
Inspired by men, women and children executed 1 500 years ago. Dissolved by acidic soil, they exist now as dark-brown casts in the sand, their bones long gone.
