She calls to me while I'm sleeping
She cries to me for help
And yet for the many souls in her keeping
Who was there to help?
I look on her with wary eyes
Her form of curving blue
Her hair like billowing clouds of sky
And wish that if only I knew
What dark and dreadful deeds she Keeps hidden in her depths
And wonder where her heart could be
And how she justifies so many deaths
And yet it is her song of sorrows that lulls my mind to sleep
And so I leave in her care all my secrets to keep
And now and then I hear in her waves The softest sounds of happiness
And wonder if the children gave
Their laughter to her sadness