Callings

The tide calls The tide falls The tide threatens To swallow us all The moon swells A tolling bell Ever chimes The midnight yell The waves swirl Spray, they hurl Upon the rocks Upon the girl She sits there, night After night, after fright Dwelling on What happen might She twirls her hair So golden, fair Around a finger Like the ring she'll wear She doesn't love Marriage on a whim Her worst mistake From her life she can't trim The cold waters invite Its black eddy delights As she falls beneath its crest And sinks with all her might Think things all the way through