Isla

A blown-out empty feeling, hot kitchens bad aches, feel something's missing, they bring me the news, with a doctor’s face, who knows the real truth, I long for the sea, words don't make a case, more than any a dream, look for something blue, I will fky away, unshackled by virtue, show it on the street, how to work and save, dance around my belief, won't be left in perdue, falling like the rain, stroll golden avenues, nothing makes me keen, i'll be risen again, laughter fills my being, a sign for every day.