“We call from the sea, and dart through the waters,
Never caught or trapped.
We come to the land, and leave our daughters,
Until it is time to come back.
“The sea, the sea, the sea is our home!
In the depths swimming up to the foam!
The sea, the sea, the sea is our home!
We are of many we’re not on our own!
“Our touch can heal, we can be saviours,
But our voices can enslave.
We are built to kill, we have bad behaviour,
Away from home we start to crave.
“The sea, the sea, the sea is our home!
In the depths swimming up to the foam!
The sea, the sea, the sea is our home!
We are of many we’re not on our own!”
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Call Of The Deep
FantasyI wrote this when I was 8-9 years old, and haven't edited it, or finished it. I just wanted to see if people were interested, because it is a relatively large piece of work. Please note: this is exactly how I wrote it then, it hasn't been edited, an...
