Disclaimer: I own Drika, Disney owns the rest
I'm still here, but no one seems to notice. No one will help me, no one will even act like they see me. I know I'm still here. And now I know I have one choice. I have to go back to my first love - the sea. She is calling to me. She is waiting for me. But where do I find the people I sailed with? I'm stuck here until - and if - they decide to return. Until then, I'm stuck. I feel marooned, except I'm not alone and I've no pistol. How nice. "Yo ho yo ho, a Pirate's Life For Me" I love that song. I just sit here all day and I sing. I sing with my feet dangling over the side of the dock and the salty air blowing across my face. Oh, how I long to be sailing again, even if I am made Cabin Boy. At least I'll be home again. People pass me by and look at me like I'm crazy. They say it's bad luck to sing of Pirates. What about singing WITH pirates? It's great fun. What if they never come back? I wonder. Will I be stuck here forever? Will I always be the heartless immortal? Will someone come and take me home? Will someone, anyone, bring me back to the life I once knew? Will I ever be me again?
I'm still here, but no one seems to notice. No one will help me, no one will even act like they see me. I know I'm still here. And now I know I have one choice. I have to go back to my first love - the sea. She is calling to me. She is waiting for me. But where do I find the people I sailed with? I'm stuck here until - and if - they decide to return. Until then, I'm stuck. I feel marooned, except I'm not alone and I've no pistol. How nice. "Yo ho yo ho, a Pirate's Life For Me" I love that song. I just sit here all day and I sing. I sing with my feet dangling over the side of the dock and the salty air blowing across my face. Oh, how I long to be sailing again, even if I am made Cabin Boy. At least I'll be home again. People pass me by and look at me like I'm crazy. They say it's bad luck to sing of Pirates. What about singing WITH pirates? It's great fun. What if they never come back? I wonder. Will I be stuck here forever? Will I always be the heartless immortal? Will someone come and take me home? Will someone, anyone, bring me back to the life I once knew? Will I ever be me again?