Ashes You Leave

The twelve raise their tin horns
Into the wake of dawn
But as the tides rise they realize
The march has long gone home
And the lonely melody tunes again
To the consonance of the wind
As we die, the sun and earth do shine,
Will the stars remain if you and I
Leave earth like leaves on wind?
Like waves in the brine
Tin horns make us sleep
We never wanted to stay