Isla

No one deceives you, without some pain, knowing what they lose, scrubbed by fire, you know what to do, include desire, they tempt you with a Brew, in a fallow land ornate, not too much to choose, like a bird on a wire, it's hard to disdain, the other drunks for hire, who you can see through, don't laugh again, bones will tell the truth, the land asks why, you live without stain, forget that patch of sky, a seeker of good news, you follow down the lane, some things you can't fool, in the morning rain.