[Verse 1]
The guns fell quiet with the tide, the smoke refused to clear,
We stood upon the taken sand—but something lingered here.
No banners raised, no cheering cry, just boots in ash and foam,
For every step beyond the line felt less like war, more home.
But home was not as we had dreamed, nor what we came to save,
The wind carried a different sound than triumph ever gave.
Not voices strong in gratitude—but something torn and thin,
A breaking of the human soul… a war beneath the skin.
[Chorus]
After the shore was won,
After the fire and the gun,
We found what still remained undone—
The battle not yet done.
No victory in what we saw, no glory in the cost,
We took the land… but standing there, we counted what was lost.
[Verse 2]
They stumbled from the shattered line, not soldier, foe, nor free,
Their forms undone by something vast we could not fully see.
Some reached out with trembling hands, some turned with empty eyes,
Some wore the shape of what they were—but not what lived inside.
A boy no older than a drum began to twist and break,
A mother’s voice became a cry no living throat should make.
We raised no guns, we held the line, unsure of what was right—
To strike them down as enemies… or wait and pray for light.
[Chorus]
After the shore was won,
After the rising sun,
We faced what we could not outrun—
What they had been made from.
No victory in what we saw, no clean and simple end,
We came to save… but standing there, we did not know how then.
[Bridge (Maggie & the Lamp)]
Then through the smoke and broken air, a presence took its place,
A quiet silhouette on high, with sorrow in her face.
Prophet stepped where none would tread, where even fear gave ground,
And in her hands the Lamp awoke—a burning, living sound.
The light was not a gentle thing—it tore, it seared, it cried,
It burned the dark from out their bones, it would not be denied.
They screamed as if the truth itself was fire beneath their skin,
As if to live as they once were meant letting something die within.
Some fell and breathed as human souls, and wept for what they’d been,
Some turned in rage against the light, chose darkness once again.
Some broke and fled into the surf, or lashed with all they knew—
And in that moment all of us learned what the light can’t do.
[Final Chorus]
After the shore was won,
After the war begun,
We saw the line ‘tween lost and won—
And knew they’re not all one.
No victory in what we saw, no ending clean or kind,
We held the ground… but standing there, it changed the war inside.
[Outro]
The beach was ours by blood and will, the line was ours to keep—
But not all chains are forged of steel, not all the bound are freed to weep.
ElCeviche
