worlds to conquer

The Island boys
Would sing of a
Soul so lost
Just because
She was none of us
None of the etchings
Sketched on our face
Never a map
Or never a place
For bone without
Body
Or mouth without smile
Come my dear
Come canvas the sun
For the shadows will tell
You just like it's gold
Dazzling sun
Might catch a cold
Visited by isolation
One empty.station
You my love
Have worlds to conquer
Sing a song to the painted
Sky
God himself has
Very keen an
Eye