Beyond the Rising Sun

He kissed her by the dawn's gray light. The morning cold against his skin.

He whispered dreams of coming home. But fate would choose where he begins.

Oh, mother, don't you cry tonight, he sailed beyond

the rising sun. We pray he'll find his way back home. But silence tells

us he's gone. She keeps his letter by the light. Each word a

promise made in tears. She reads it once to chase the dark.

Then falls to memories and fears. Oh, mother, don't you cry

tonight, he sailed beyond the rising sun. We pray he'll find his way