The sea pulls..Seagulls lulling me,pulling me I wish I could fly.

Clouds floating, again they are boating across the top of the world.

Trees are free but then I see that they're not..trapped in a plot of the earth,where from birth 'til they die,they only grow to measure the sky and I can't see why I would want to be a tree...but the sea..
The sea it constantly calls me..how I want to...be afloat on the sea..where I could drift on the shift of the tide across the oceans so wide or ride on the tails of great whales and tell stories of storms and of gales.

It is always the ocean that creates such commotion and though I give my devotion she loves only the shore.
I come back..I come back always come back for more..the ocean ..the ocean is the girl I adore.

I wish I could fly.