A little Jazz-Hip Hop Fusion

[deanesque]

On Calypso's Island

Four letter words
That all fade away
And no answer can be made
To any of my cries
Or tears
For the best I say
With a fist in the wall
My world obscured
Blurred by this anger
That has no other way out
I never doubt
Our good intentions
And yet this pain
I cannot wish away
That would mean to forget
And I will not let her disappear too
Much has been lost
He cries in the woods
His family
His home
He waits for it all
Too long a fall from Grace
Who waits at the bottom
With the love that has been there
All along