The Island
1
Sometimes tears wet his pillow,
And fears often greet him.
He sits and looks through the window,
Hoping to step across sorrow.
2
He seemed to be an island,
He gazed at others in far land,
Striving to eradicate fear's command.
3
They think his errs will linger,
But he bets the world will wonder,
For he is to make all hearts ponder,
And prove the disdained too will prosper,
For an island isn't a lone ranger.........
Copyright © Charles Melody Lightning Ink | Year Posted 2010
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