She comes from the old blue,
But no one has a clue.
Her hair dark as the night,
Through her eyes you can see the sun bright.
She can be calm, she can be fierce.
Her voice is always a verse.
She can be the perfect paradise,
Or a dangerous disaster.
She’s got abilities that no one will master.
She dances every day in her white foam dress,
Her long sand hair is always a mess.
Some have tried to trap her,
But no one can ever make her stay,
Because she locks herself away,
She is very lonely and she likes it that way,
But if you ever meet her, you’ll never want to go away.