Island
He did all he could to tell the world
To warn them of his tragedy
But the degree of his history had come to an end
And once again he did not survive
He was lost on that secret island
Nobody could find him
Nobody could even begin to think or understand this man
As he laid in the sand he knew it was his time
And he spoke his last wallowing rhyme
All his work was washed away
From that awful storm in history
(Poetry to Grow a Tree)
He did all he could to tell the world
To warn them of his tragedy
But the degree of his history had come to an end
And once again he did not survive
He was lost on that secret island
Nobody could find him
Nobody could even begin to think or understand this man
As he laid in the sand he knew it was his time
And he spoke his last wallowing rhyme
All his work was washed away
From that awful storm in history
(Poetry to Grow a Tree)
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