This Isle

THIS ISLE

I love the morning, breaking in silence and mist

Song of the sunrise, hail the day

And I love the warm light stroking my senses in turn

There for my dream's eyes, awake, awake

And I love the fall into the wonder of all this

And I see it all, in your smile, my child

And I love to feel I am a part of all this

Land of my soul, for the while, this isle

I hurt for the follies, caused by our anger and greed

Plight of the forests, gone, gone

And I hurt for the wastelands, the crimes to our rivers and seas

The beasts that are hunted, run, run

And I see the wars led by our pride and our hate

The darkness that draws on your smile, my child

And I see us all and question the course of our fate

And I long for peace, for the while, this isle

I love the night sky, bright with the moon and her stars

Healing my heart's wounds, gone, gone

All are reminders of time and our role in all this

Guiding with greatness, on, and on

And I love the dreams that come as a gift in my sleep

And show what it means, this smile, this child

And I love the truth: tomorrow is still a new day

Land of our souls, for the while, this isle.