I am a pool in a peaceful place,
I greet the great sky face to face,
I know the stars and the stately moon
And the wind that runs with rippling shoon—
But why does it always bring to me
The far-off, beautiful sound of the sea?

The marsh-grass weaves me a wall of green,
But the wind comes whispering in between,
In the dead of night when the sky is deep
The wind comes waking me out of sleep—
Why does it always bring to me
The far-off, terrible call of the sea?

I once seen an eagle it's beautiful body gracing the sky
      "Who stood beside you to see it"
Just me, myself, and I

Once while fishing I caught a 15 pound bass on a a fishing fly
      "Who helped you pull it in"
Just me, myself, and I

I cooked up that fish,the most delicious fishfry
      "Who was there to help you eat it"
Just me, myself, and I

On a rainy day one side of the road was wet the other side was dry
      "Who was there with you for this phenomenon"
Just me, myself, and I

Once I was playing darts, I made a perfect bullseye
      "Who was there to witness such a feat"
Just me, myself, and I

While sitting on a bench one day, on my finger landed a most beautifully colored butterfly
      "Who was sitting next to you"
Just me, myself, and I

I've seen the dawns sun light up the sky with tints of yellows and reds, it truly did mystify
      "Who got to see this graceful view with you"
Just me, myself,  and I

At night I lay my body down, plunge my face into my pillow and cry
      "Who is laying right beside you hold you tight"
Just me, myself, and I

One day I will breathe my last breath and die
      "Who will carry the memories of your life"
Why no one but me, myself, and I

That day in the cold earthen tomb I will lie
      "Who will be there grieving at you graveside"
Why no one, for that coffin will contain me, myself, and I

Don't write to please others
It won't be the truth anyway

Don't write to be edgy
If it means you don't even believe what you just said

Don't write to be popular
For popularity doesn't always mean quality

Don't try to write what you think someone wants to hear
Dare to be yourself

She was constantly shedding flowers,
Falling from locks of hair,

People always stepping on them,
As they didn't see them there.