The Island’s Shores

Turing around In a world all of your own A purgatory of sleepless sweat Insomnia at it’s worst You have the want, the will To sleep, to rest But your mind can not be but to rest The girl who died, the love gone bye Suddenly, you are unrest All you can think of Her face, her hands, the places Where you met, where you loved Those you’ll always remember And you should probably forget Thing of her lips, her eyes, her hands Wanting to forget, wanting to hold on Knowing you need sleep But your mind's begging to go on Thoughts of love, Feelings of grief Memories of joy Eyes of sadness A lovely voice Becoming your madness …………………… The love that has gone; The lives that have gone