My hair swayed in the air by my shoulders,
On a bright day by the sea.
Dyed Blue curls by my shoulder that you didn't think was short enough.
So I cutt the sea short, swirled and twisted by my ear.
And The sea turned to a drout.
Even the oceans, the seas, and wind didn't please you.
Now I'm left with sand, full as a desert.
With nothing.
But yet still I manage to find a river in all the sand to give you.
Why don't you love me? Is my hair to long?
