Oh Look at this obscure thing I've found,
Dangling right off the edge of a cloud,
I hold it to my heart soft and sound,
Oh do come and see what I've found,
A little shell shiny and round,
Gold and captivating, simply profound,
I hold it dear to me, And ive made it my crown,
And I won't ever care, if at this others seem to frown,
My little golden shell, is not to be clowned,
But my star does not seem to ever be homebound,
And so I must return her now,
To the depths of her oceanly home is she bound,
And while I attempt to revive this deed, I hit a sharp ground,
My blood flows freely, without interruption nor sound,
And so I lay deserted, as my lips pale to blue and my hair dies to brown,
Oh to die so quietly, without ever making a sound.