Siren

Even if you shout, your silent screams. Your isolated feelings; sink to the bottom, while they roar like a raging sea. Screams of the unheard... The times you hit rock bottom increases with storms, while you are traveling in shades of blue. The sea is like a sheet, deserved by those who never leave  the port. Ad ventures belong to those who sail. Although sounds of sirens were worried before the sirens that sounded before; your your doomsayers or the nymph of the sea can endure for days. You, the brave, beautiful girl of the sea; storms; the harbor and the peace are yours. Sing your song, sing your song for life, you will succeed. Maybe it's your speed that your feet are bound. Open to new adventures. Don't be afraid. On the wave of fun, Sail!