Written by: Marie Pearl Rojas

Made  through the cries of a crescent moon
My  name bring forth your spirit's doom
A  beauty appears for you to see
Yet tears  and sorrows if you possess me.
I  dance with the rhythm of the waves of the sea
With  youthful vigor filled with glee
Dare  plunge to deep waters and beyond the bay
And  see me waiting there with fey.
Dwelt  in the entrails of a pagan's soul
With  just innocence and loving goal
Have grown  and molded with pains and tears
Fated to  be abandoned and thrown with fears.