Island
Deserted on that island
A sheltering place for the soul
Where believers dance and dare to chance
The bridge of fortunes told
Where souls locked in a chamber
With chains made out of gold
Can soon be freed, for all they need
Is faith to take ahold
Whispered sounds through thunder
Can be echoed along the mind
Words of destiny, when heard can be
The saving tie that binds.
6/7/98
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