Treasure Island

Albert Martin

Mother Nature, Our Home

We were standing by the river
It was dry
Ended up
All our chances to try
To try the Little damage bird we found
it heals itself and then was bound
Again to fly
We were living down
In an only one house town
But it was enough for us
In the morning we took a walk
The evenings for the neverending talk
And at night we looked above at the stars

John put a hand on his chest
He only lives for our redemption
Does not care all the rest
We'll never be back to the place we were
Those are my words
Now and then, I will swear
We do believe in him
He ruled as we were in
And in our walking in the outside
He went ahead

In the wide outside
There's a morning and there's a war
But we don't care of that anymore
We keep away from the battlefield
Far from the war-ship-dwelled distant shores
The mountains issues is what we care
Mother Nature what keeps our eyes wide and aware
The only thing that contains the promise of redemption
Where there are our trust and our faith
Whre nothing can be sold or bought or paid
A marvelous world just because to be so rare

Submitted: Monday, September 23, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013
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