Every day, a young lady sits alone by the bay A siren swims up to the bay, also every day The two have never met, despite knowing each other perfectly And each living alone in melancholic harmony The young woman stares at the ocean Her green-eyed gaze never wavers Turning down suitors and sailors Who offer their hands at a chance To be with the ma’am forever in an intricate dance She never did care for them, for she only cared for the sea The siren swims, bored of hunting men He longs for love described by a poet’s pen But whomever he sees runs away in fear And every time they run, he sheds a tear For, of course, a siren can never love An immortal curse set upon a spiteful god above On a cloudy day at that bay, The young woman sitting at the docks The siren swimming through the ocean grey He sees the young lady’s ginger locks He falls in love, causing a smile to appear Only a sad frown to replace that newfound cheer He decides to meet her anyway, There’s no point in quitting without trying The woman sighs in sadness Her loneliness making her think about crying A splash and a surprise later, a smiling face present “Who are you?” she asks, curious to an extent The siren grins his best, not caring about his teeth “My name is as good as gone, my lady,” he greets For once, the young woman smiles at his attempt Her eyes drift to his hair, wildly unkempt The siren doesn’t care, he doesn’t pay attention “I noticed you were sad, are you alright?” he mentions The woman’s face turned red “Did you see me?” she asks The siren nodded. “I did,” he said. The woman doesn’t care. She feels intrigue “You’re an interesting man,” she replied, then yawned in fatigue The siren shook his head holding up a hand. “Nay, my lady, I am a siren, not a man of the land. “And that makes it impossible for me to love you “Despite how much I want to.” The young woman smiles back at the siren She leans down closer to his face “What does that have to do with anything? “So what if you cannot live in this place? “I can live with you, I know, for a fact. “The ocean is my friend. If,” she paused “You and I make a pact.” The siren seems interested, his facial expression shows true. “I can let you breathe,” he suggests. “Down here in the ocean blue. “For my home is no longer grey. With you in it, it changed in hue.” Gladly, hand in hand, the two made a spell To cast the lovers away from the human h*** A life they decided to create A human for a siren, almost unspeakable A siren for a human, almost irredeemable They did not care. They stayed together until her dying days Until the siren was left alone Still remembering her sunshine rays ______________________________________________________ ballad by
