Not bound by feet or hand
But still prisoners of the sand,
There’s no escaping these island palms
The wind here blows south to west
And each day we’re put to the test,
While the birds whistle up a song
We’ve all tried many times to escape
But this here is our fate
This prison is our home.
The sunsets are exquisite,
And each day more people visit
Yet I still fell all-alone.
With the coming of the tide
There’s not many places left to hide
So many things that so entice
While we’re bathing in the sun
And having all kinds of fun,
We will remain prisoners in paradise
To find a way out, to reach up and
Beyond, to get out of this place is my goal.
To move on past this, to work on the
Healing, to try and forget this mistake.
Life as I knew it, has stopped moving
Forward, has come to a complete stand still.
But when I get out, I’m going to change,
I’m going to pick up where I left it
All waiting, where my life has yet to begin.
Finish my education and work a little,
To complete my short-term goals.
To get past these bumps that came across my
Road, to move on and begin again.
I have this dream, of a better
Future, to find my way and start over.
Lea Rose Hay