Isla

No one deceives you, without some pain, knowing what they lose, scrubbed by fire, you know what to do, it includes desire, tempted by a brew, in a fallow land ornate, there’s not too much to choose, like a bird on a wire, it's hard to disdain, who else is for hire, who can get you through, don't laugh again, bones tell the truth, this land asks why, you live without stain, that small patch of sky, a giver of good news, you follow down the lane, some things you can't fool, in the morning rain.