Isley

Far into the north laid his domain Oscillated by the vanities of life He sought the principles of para psychology,far from being called ordinary He grew in wisdom and understanding Disoriented by nature's demise He turned away from mother nature A product of love that never loved With his heart stuck in his jeans He walked through pain and hate Slowly developing his disparity He gladly disembarked from love's ship And ran from hate to embrace pain Far into the east he battled riful Like a seed slowly germinating He rose higher on each new defeat Cursed by the sun and moon,he Seeked comfort in a cave far north. Slowly claiming fortune and fame The whole north turned to ISLEY.