On the rock I watched the sea.
A mermaid is bright and free.
A mermaid has immortality.
Once, I was like the one on shore.
Saw every lover as paradise and whore.
I am not like those anymore.
In the light of the harvest moon.
I drew my own blood to write the rune.
I grew a mermaid’s tale, swam into the lagoon.
No more desire, I am one with all the ocean.
I have light and dreams and pure emotion.
Only to the depths and light do I give devotion.
On the rock, I dive into the crisp, clear water.
I am not a lover, I am the deep’s treasured daughter.
I am light and I am free, not a man’s profit to barter.