Why do people love the sea?
Do they just come to see
If I am a rough or clam sea?
Does the sea
Wonder why you came to see?
Do my depths create a mystery yet to see?
Or is it a murder I can be
Is that why you come to me?
You look at my glass calm sea
And wonder next what will I be?
There is no way for you to see
Just what I will be
Is that what draws you to me?