He listened to the Sea as She sang Her song,
It was blue and deep and would last lifelong
In His blood Her hold of the Son was strong
Who forever is free as He sings with the Sea and passes Her song Along.
So He'd sing to Us His song of She and each time He sang something different He'd leave.
To One he gave strength another compassion, one duty, or joy, he'd give in this fashion.
To all that He sang He gave just what We'd need.
Above all in His song it was love We would feel.
I listened to the Sea when He sang Her song,
He gave Her to me and will last lifelong
In my blood the song which He sang is strong,
To His memory I'll sing
And We'll pass it along.
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