Desert Isle

from Birds… Fly South! by The Duke of Norfolk

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Down by the beach I was strolling up and down the weathered path holding bottles full of wishes that might drown, when the water made it's rise and I tossed the bottles in and pray to God that someone hear me and comfort me again.

Well the trees ain't much for friendship and the water only talks with grunts and sort of almost whimpers, to be likened to a gawk, I tire and sit atop the cliff face and watch the ocean's spray. It's hard when all they do is listen, but I don't have much to say

Oh i've been stranded on this desert isle.
I've been here several years and I'm wondering if this was worthwhile

These words might flow like springs with taps you turn the water on but sometimes plumbing doesn't work and your sucked into a storm of currents ever always flowing, the kind you cannot ford, you have to discard all belongs and jump across the fjord

Oh i've been stranded on this desert isle.
I've been here several years and I'm wondering if this was worthwhile

Oh please get me off this desert isle
because man is not rock and I am not so full of guile