I did not sing
To lure them
I sang for myself alone.
I sang for myself alone
And yet they came
Claiming I called them.
Claiming I called them
They dashed themselves
Upon the sharp rocks of my heart.
Upon the sharp rocks of my heart
A scattering of broken shells
Tossed about by the tide.
Tossed about by the tide
Souls adrift in the cold uncaring sea
I could not leave them there.
I could not leave them there
And so I pulled them deeper
But I did not sing.
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