The tears she cried
On that quiet night
Made her believe
That it is a relief
To be free

Waiting in the arms of the sea
She writes a poem for me

Waiting for the one
Who will be hers
For once and for all
She will be loved and
cared about in the embrace
Of the warmth on his face.

It is me,
I am 'she'
©elentiya_28