A grizzled man looks out to sea, he’s battered, tattered, worn
He stands and stares, awaits the sun, to see a new day born
He throws and casts, sets sighs avast, for never had he known
The warmer beams of sunlight streams, such kindness never shown

May from behind, a stranger walks, he caught in eye and swore
“Was here, or there, or should I care if we have met before”
The stranger spat, and next he sat, both challenging the breeze
“Come sit,” he spoke as near a croak, “or stand alone and freeze”

The man was shown coarse kindness, yet knew nothing of its way
He knelt and felt a cruel release, with memories from astray
“My brother! Is it truly?” Fondness flooding from the past
“I’ll find you every time, you fool, until we breathe our last.”