Let Me Tell You The Story

Let me tell you a story Let me tell you the story You see, He, His
choice of exercise was lifting The sea, Yes, He has mastered the
art of defiance His muscles at ease He must be one of the hundreds
Who have not one disease He’s my roaring shelter To me he brings no
harm Just sea salt and A mermaid’s voice Of which to cherish And to
match my violin Strings to, to whom all my regards Are sent to
  He is my whisper.   As loud as he is soft.   He is
my  son And he protects me He is my sun and He surrounds me
Because he knows What I did for nine months and Every day since
then He knows I would protect him – Even if it meant my life no
longer. My breath is his no argument My love, it stands on its own.
As for my treasure She is still sleeping So please be soft, be
soft.