Islands

In the midst of your mind

lie traces 

of difficult times

Familiar faces

are few in these parts

You hide on your island

in the eye of the crowd

crossing your fingers

the old demons

won’t find you again

Sometime,

some day 

you will flower again

outside your island again

some day you will flower again

outside your island again

The night of december

the light of july

Lets meet in september

and see what we’ll find

Sometime,

some day 

you will flower again

outside your island again

some day you will flower again

outside your island again