Isobel

Forget all these clowns, that come to woo you, many without a sound, as loud as her woes, ships blow their hooters, everyone sings of home, not just the gowns, that makes them swoon, but your very bones, you glide without a throne, among shipwrecks and schooners, she'd rather be alone, nothing’s quite like calm, those eyes look ruined, everything needs some charm, try to raise the tone, among faded boozers, the only thing on show, in this ocean town.