(Ahh ahh ahhh...)
(Ohhh... ohhh...)
Whispers echo down the alley stone
Light like seafoam, dancing alone
Grace too pure for flesh and bone
The tide has come to take its own
She moved like the moon over marble white
Hands of healing, heart of light
Never aging, never breaking
A presence the shadows feared waking
The priest in white with trembling eyes
Could not believe such grace survives
He called her name, but not with love
He called it witchcraft from above
But she was good—too good to bear
A world of ash can't trust what's fair
No wrath, no flame, no sword she drew
She stood as truth the dusk once knew
(Oh Lacrimara...)
By the well, he waited still
A blade of fear, a thirst to kill
Her pearls sang songs the sea once wept
She spoke the name he never kept
Then came the sound, the oldest note
A song no silence ever wrote
From marble cracks to sky untrue
Memory became the weapon’s hue
But she was good—too good to break
And goodness burns the ones who fake
He dropped the blade, he saw her clear
The shame, the grief, the ancient fear
She was never his to name
The song is sung, protection sown
The truth remains, the lie has flown
No crown, no church, no holy flame
Can bury what they dare not name
(Ohhh...)
The sea remembers...