Jones
A sailor by the name of Jones
For he was long at sea
Until he met a woman
That told him of all he could be.
She told him he could have her heart
If only just one thing,
To collect the souls of fallen men
For ten years among the sea.
Seven, eight, and nine had past
Still ten was yet to be;
He only thought of the one he loved
Yes she and only she.
But then the time to leave the sea
And reunite with his lover to be,
Turned into betrayal
And a heart cut out locked with key.
"I, Davy Jones could never love thee
I cut my heart out for you
So you could never see
It will now only belong to you, Calypso,
Goddess of the sea."
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