Siren Sing, siren of the sea
to your lover out on the boat. Beauteous, look at me here I am at your feet, all of me, at your command I wait, breathing, only when you do. Siren of the sea you draw me closer and closer to the point of destruction, I am there on the waves of your false love. Me and my men, we try, but your song captures our very being, and we wait. But no! Let us swim away my siren, the shore is not safe, my siren there is something I must see to. The shelves in my heart are shaking from your song, and the seas are shaping my being. Your song. Oh siren. Oh my song. Born in and around me. OH, Siren! |
The GiftA guy once told me that he saw miracle all around him
What kind of miracles I asked not hearing of them He told me many stories That lasted many nights He told me how fair maidens Princes in shining armor saw miracles Even the poor beggars on street corners saw miracles Miracles of healing the sick and blind Of not going hungry Being able to talk and walk And not fall or be criticized What are miracles? Something strange and amazing He said one night Something that could change a day or someone’s life What was your miracle? I asked another night At first I thought he had only seen miracles But the words he spoke were a miracle in itself I have seen many miracles but on had one miracle for myself And that is the gift you have been given has brought me joy I didn’t understand a miracle isn’t a person Or a dress Not a voice nor a strand of golden brown hair Not a ring made of silver Nor the food on the table Not the roof over our head Nor the ground at our feet Not a thought in our mind Nor a gift Or a talent for any special thing But miracles are all of these And that man that miraculous man Who came and vanished all too soon and was never seen again Was a miracle A true gift |
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