Sweet Sirens sing to draw me from the sea The sea, a path I’ve drawn through wind and waves To take me to a place I long to be And yet, I’m drawn by songs my spirit craves
If home is not where Siren’s songs are heard Then why is home the place I long to be? Will home surpass the notes of ev’ry word? The spoken words that bind or set me free?
Alas, sweet Sirens sing beyond such words Alas, I am compelled to heed the call The call of more than songs of simple birds Or rhythmic waves that rise and see me fall
I fall like others, where I make my choice Of words or music, songs of notes or voice.
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