He sits
and he thinks back to the days
Of his island home and his island ways
Of banana trees and the ocean so blue
Of sandy beaches and mountain tops too
He sits and he thinks of a hot sultry day
and how the palms would swish and sway
The sun is so bright giving way to golden tans
as starry eyed lovers lay on the warm sands
Children running carefree, barefoot and full of life
Oh to be back home and see these sites
Mothers watching on with pride,
as their babies play safely in the tide
How he wishes he was homeward bound
in this concret jungle his life he's found
Thinking of the way things used to be
on his island home across the sea
Another time and a simplier life
without all this crime, turmoile and strife
A king is how he used to feel
when times were good and times were real
Not like now afraid and alone
inside these dingy walls he calls home
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"A collabration of friends"
