Don't sleep so near to the ocean shore,
As the tide picks up even more,
The evening shadows began to trickle black upon the sand,
On this beautiful, lonely island.
Don't step to far into the blue tainted beast,
She may pull you in as if her feast,
And I am not ready for you to be swept away,
On the bottom of the ocean floor you would lay.
Do not let the storm cast you into her wide arms,
Oh she whispers so lovely it charms,
And on the wet sands you may trip,
The hatred you have for the water she may so like a jacket unzip.
Oh my love, Do not swear and cuss at the ocean,
As if she had even one emotion,
You may be swept away from the lands,
And in your fatal dreams you may dream of the sands.
