Georgie

What keeps you moving, a crescent moon at Easter, a sail that fits a groove, an arc of scurried waves, why you want to flee, do they know your trade, your flight to water, by troubled season, by map or distant slaughter, while you keep the morning star, and look to the sea, consider us from afar, your love of freedom, guarantees no sweetness, a sky to dance upon, you sing of truth, this island's a prison, light the carribean, lce pirate's linen.