Sweet Sirens sing to draw me from the sea
The sea, a path I’ve drawn through wind and waves
To take me to a place I long to be
And yet, I’m drawn by songs my spirit craves
If home is not where Siren’s songs are heard
Then why is home the place I long to be?
Will home surpass the notes of ev’ry word?
The spoken words that bind or set me free?
Alas, sweet Sirens sing beyond such words
Alas, I am compelled to heed the call
The call of more than songs of simple birds
Or rhythmic waves that rise and see me fall
I fall like others, where I make my choice
Of words or music, songs of notes or voice.