A small tanned girl with wild eyes
Watches the marvel of sunrise
Her sandy hair blow by a breeze
Her mind and soul are both at ease
Her tattered clothes, her frail arms
The gently swaying coconut palms
What is this sea child looking for?
Her thoughts are drifting from the shore
She stands just like a crystal vase
Beneath the warm sun's fiery blaze
The singing from a gull is heard
The small dark child utters not a word
After waiting for quite a while
On her solemn face, blooms a smile
A message from heaven, beyond the sun
Comes the voice of a woman, that was once her mum ...
