Flowers in the Harbor

There are flowers in the harbor
Rainbows flutter in the breeze
As lovely as they are
Would that we had no need of these

Bells ring soft, your name is spoken
Someone prays with a guitar
No one names the spirit here
The spirit isn't what we are

No demons will disturb us here
But we can't stay here in the park
No sooner than we've come
We scatter to the brightness of the dark

Living speak here to the living
No one knows the dead but those who died
If we had half the courage to die as will to kill
The fronts would fall from every side

Women blessed me -- blessed my anger
But they couldn't balm my soul
Priestesses, O can you pray
For prisoners in the endless hole?

Many, far too many, are the faces
Known to me down by the sea
Few, oh, precious few the more
Beyond my count sleep under me

A man of wire flats a bugle
We surrender to the czar
A ransom for futurity
The future isn't what we are

There are flowers in the harbor
Rainbows flutter in the breeze
As lovely as they are
Would that we had no need of these.