Siren's Song

Hark, is that a ship I hear,

Full of men, and drawing near?

Will they come closer, or steer clear?

Their wills will be their fate.

Some men choose temptation’s path

For a moment of pleasure, yet a life of wrath

A strong wise nature I have seen no man hath

Their wills will be their fate.

A new ship is sailing now

The men aren’t fazed, one man tied down

Each man looks worried gathered round

The man who chose his fate.

My song breaks forth like the rain

I sing of rest from all the pain,

The one lone man has it all to gain,

But will he choose his fate?

I’ve heard of this one, Odysseus

A champion of war, his life a mess

Of wisdom and strength, he’s been blessed

But will he choose his fate?

He struggles against the ties

He smiles in pleasure as my word entice.

The men around him together rise

To keep him from his fate.

For all the wise and cunningness,

It’s not this man , Odysseus

Who fought my song, much more, much less,

He chose his own fate.

It was the others, all the men

Who collectively refused to listen

They saved their commander yet again,

From choosing his own fate.

I allow my song to fade,

I hear as to the gods they prayed,

I watch them live the life they made

Each man chose his fate.

It’s not my fault that others fall

I only sing, I only call

It’s their choice, it’s their fault

They chose their fate.

But hark, is that a ship I hear,

Full of men, drawing near,

Will they draw closer, or steer clear,

Their wills will be their fate.