The weary winds throw me to the bright shore
The brightness of the burning palm blinds me
Darkness I can see no more
At last I am finally free
A beautiful maiden attends to my many scars
She tells me stories of how she got here
I tell her stories of all the lost nights behind bars
Then she pours me a glass of my favorite beer
We share stories all night under the blue moon
The flames of the palm trees grow higher
This all seems to be happening to soon
Could this true love ever transpire?
How could I ever fulfill her needs?
When her island is stock full of fruit
And my island has nothing but weeds
But I’ve never seen a girl look so cute
I shall overcome this impending anxiety
But it’s hard to relax my mind
In a time of painful sobriety
I let her shine tear me from this bind
I have finally bridged the suburban sea
With the power of this bright isle
That has sparked and revived me
And finally let me discover my own style
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