Oer' the clouds so high
through the crimson sky
Terns dance and fly
playing happily towards the tide.
The ocean ebbs and flows to
to the subtle motion of the
moon glow.
My beloved appeared unto me
out of the wind swept sea
I see her walking before me
as she reaches out her hand
She said unto me "Come my beloved
tis time to leave for this world
you chose to be is not suited for thee.
Aye' but to consider there may be just one
I have yet to see.
My beloved what is it that I am doing wrong?
why do many not consider my song?
What tune must I sing to impress
those in a dress?
She said unto me "It may not be the song
or the message that your audience
thinks is so wrong.
It could be your intentions are misleading,
noble as they are, you convey a message of
bitterness so far.
Perhaps you should listen to your own advice
you are so quick to give.
Many may not share your vision but they are free
to make their own decision so let it go and let live.
Aye' a point noted indeed so with that I
shall leave things be to a more worthy
note to achieve.