Remembered

The words are forged in grains of sand,
And are erased by that next rolling wave.
Forgotten past, of unsung tyrrants,
And heroes who, with glory, sleep in grave.

And maestros of music, masters of words
Rhythmed the words to suit the sun,
They sung of those gods who sleep beneath
Where, no one can find them, but none.

And all those martyrs, madmen and sailors
Who travelled and trudged, to find a port.
Where they felt they could rest unhindered
Forever they thought they would find god's fort.

Of all those men and women and children
Who left no mark, but a footprint unseen.
They are remembered here, in this song,
I promise I'll go wherever they had been.

--Mohan