The soft waves floating up to shore;
Abandoned me for sure.
My mother put me in a basket, and let me go.
She probably didn't want me.
She might have hated me.
I don't know why.
All I know is that I got treated like a fly,
Only swatted away,
Out of the way.
You might recognise the last 3 lines... from a write I did before at the lounge. But they fitted in, so I'm just gonna leave them there :P