The Silent Siren

I made this song because for a man to admit his wrong doings is hard. He stayed when the world left him . Joined the army and served our country for the greater purpose of his daughter. She hops around like a kangaroo and kicks as hard as the sound of a bell that’s been saved. I look up to these people who have fought hard for their right while I still struggle to save my own. I wish I had the strength these two twin flames have created into a burning fire that isn’t fueled by anger but by pain and love. They carefully stitch each others wounds back together while I observe and make a skirt filled of red boats. I watch the water slow down and flow as if life could get easy. But then by chance a storm heats up and cools into a mist filled with sirens that I feel as a threat to my family. I tell them to stay away but they become obsessed with the feeling of threat. I take out my sword that a close friend of the color blue gave me. She tells me the mortal enemy may be at combat but you shall win with inner peace. My angel in the stars that gleam for me guide my way home but I feel as if I’ve lost all hope. One siren looks at me from afar while the others prey on our wounds. This one is different. This one has red hair like the little mermaid but doesn’t have to sing to soothe my agonizing pain. She plays a melody instead. She asks me why is this happening. But I cannot speak while I struggle to save my own family. She wonders why we’re at battle and I simple say “because we are hated by the same people, and cursed by the same ship”. The look of terror while her sea mates crawl into our boats and steal our money makes her sick to her stomach. But she didn’t know I could sing as well. I scream into the mist that has destroyed my family, or so I thought. The small mermaid who I thought was scared swims up to us. Her tail as shiny as the sea and as strong as a current starts to sing with me, only her voice is angelic. While I stay without my breath of fresh air she clears the mist that was once a tornado of souls. She creates this beautiful sunset with a citrusy smell of lemon and butterflies that fly into the sky. She creates my future without knowing she saved me. Maybe one day we can meet again, but I don’t want her to know that I am no harm, I want her to know I would never do what her sea mates have done to me. Because evil should be observed not learned. People don’t believe when I say I’m smart, I may talk and scream but I stay quiet because my family suffers. I thank my grandpa Gary and mother Joei who are the rocks of this family. I even have a hummingbird that soothes my hardships. And a piece of Cotton that flows in the wind and draws onto my easel when I feel of stress. My life is a mess and it’ll be a stress, but maybe lately it’s for the best