Mermaids wish upon the sailor's child;
Crystal clear eyes;
Watching the depths of the sea;
Forming its foam;
For it to be set free;
A wicked siren takes her form;
Fuming in misery;
She's escorted before blasting her powers on everyhting she could ever see;
The child cries in agony;
As the wicked siren watches in apathy;
Years pass by;
The child becomes forgotten by luck;
As she begins to feel wicked by truth;
Her long fair hair;
Was cut into a dark bob;
In anger and despair;
She lets her anger out;
And tries to get out of the sea foam;
So she could finally be free;
In desperation;
She runs lakes, seas and oceans;
To find the true meaning of her rakish life;
She cries;
Tears, tears, tears for the lost sailor heart;
Her crystal clear eyes become dull;
No sparkle, no soul to her eyes;
The forgotten spirit of a madman sailor.
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