Tal Bachman

Sea sand and stone
Wreath round this ground I call my own
While dark concrete sky
Blacks out the sun with icy night
Even though the ocean roars
And the storm is bold and the rain is cold
Here I was born
Though winter winds have blown
And bitter seeds been sown
I gave you all I am and all I hope to be
Now I am free
Wind fill my frame
Fire me with your immortal flame