Water Child Origins

There's a storm across the sea

your ship is in great calamities

so dock your boat in my bay

ive got a light for you to come this way

ive been here for a great long years

ive got starfish for hands 

and a great long beard

but don't you fret

over what may seem

your safe right now and I'm coming clean

ive dreamt of you and your ship

a beautiful lady to touch my lips

an angel from god

or a mermaid from below

a beautiful lady to touch my soul 

this shore is not for me

These waves are all I need

goddess from the sea

wont you set me free

take me with you

goddess of the sea

take me with you

the ocean floor so beautifully 

galaxies so high from the sea below

galaxies as endless

as seas that we roam

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