Who she was exists no more
Moved ahead and closed the door
But n'vr shall she forget those days
They haunt and linger, hardly stray

She was a lassie who from birth
Cherished the sea with joy and mirth
Treasuring it's beauty above all else
All of its water, sand and shells

Out of the channel she'd sail her rig
Her heartbeat dancing a little jig
The ocean her lover and she it's bride
She'd plow it's depths so blue and wide

At home on her ship she'd search for air
Driving it outward as hard as she dared
Her happiness growing with every mile
Never a sorrow, only a smile

But all good things will meet their end
Changes come and you must bend
For nothing is ever meant to last
You roll and play the die that's cast

So when you find a chapter ends
And melancholy your best friend
Don't think upon it as Goodbye
Till memories fade or you have died

Written By Sara Fielder © 1998

There is a little thing
that I'd like to tell you of
he's a little something
and he mainly deals in love

Now some people say they've seen him.
And some they flatly refuse
some people fall head over heels.
But I don't think we get to choose.

He flies around with his stupid bow
firing his arrows at will
until one of them hits their mark
his target is love not to ****

I think by now you've guessed his name.
I reckon I'm due a call
I've finally succumbed to his shots.
For this girl it was easy to fall.