The Island

I awoke to this cold winters day I feel as though I've become just what I say I'm much like an island except I feel such pain Much like a rock that cracks after years of rain. I look outside the window the four walls are closing in It all appears the same but then the changes begins I don't know why I let things get this far Only to wake up the island is who you are. I'm not made of rock there's blood in my veins Like the rock turns to sand the blood starts to stain My shores have been eroded by so much time The past that haunts me is just inside my mind. A wave crashes up and I'm washed from the shore The current has swept me up I'm not the island anymore I seem to find peace in the little things you say Will I ever I make it back perhaps I never may. I step out with the path at my feet I don't seem to know the people I meet It really doesn't matter because the island is to blame I drop my head and walk away in shame... The dawn does come and the words just come out Released from their bonds by the shadows of doubt The winds of change upon me the wind is at my back The island is no more and is under attack. I look outside my window not knowing what I'll see On the outside looking in I seem to just be Not such a lost soul yet still drifting at sea The island became the biggest part of me.