Description
In the harbour's misty embrace, a hooded figure roamed, Drawn by siren songs that echoed, where restless souls had flown, To the outskirts of the city, the haunting call did lead, Where memories of old mistakes, like ships, remained in need. Oh, the sirens of the harbour, they sing their haunting tunes, Guiding souls through murky waters 'neath the crescent moon, The figure's mind wrapped in fog, faced the shipyard's tale of woe, Each vessel a reminder of paths once chosen long ago, But the sea, it calls unyielding, a chance to start anew, With resolve to be the best it can, the figure steers on through. Oh, the sirens of the harbour, they sing their haunting tunes, Guiding souls through murky waters 'neath the crescent moon, With each day's dawn, a fresh start born, like waves upon the shore, The figure sheds the weight of past, sets sail for distant shores, In the shipyard's wake, it leaves behind what once held it in chains, As winds of change propel it forth, to chart uncharted plains. Through tempests fierce and trials dire, it finds its heart and might, The journey forged through darkest seas reveals the inner light, No longer bound by haunting past, the figure's soul set free, To face the future's beckoning call, with courage on the lee. So heed the tale of the hooded form, who braved the tempest's roar, In the harbour's embrace, it found its grace, and fear it knew no more, Let the sirens guide you wild & free, to futures yet unknown, As you set sail on life's grand sea, to be the best you've grown.