Islands of beauty
Yet alone on two feet
This journey is vital to inner growth
Thrown in survival mode
How will I survive?
Blueprints all around hinting towards the way
What others have done for themselves can’t keep me sane
No outline determining who makes the cut
Pure hunger burns inside me
How will I eat?
Back home there are people waiting for my victory
Some plotting on my death
Voodoo their weapon of choice
How will I rise?
Closed eyes embracing the oceans voices
Natures sound signaling my heart
Its up to me
Brooke Jean (C) 2012
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