An Atoll

There is a little village that I saw in the middle of the ocean.

People – living good and living right; they’re just taking walks and having talks

Through the days and nights…

Waking up in the middle of the night – you’ll hold the spear and I’ll be shining the light.

Little lanterns on the ocean side, floating down a star lit trail in the dead of the night…

They shared every last thing that they had, so we shared our lives together -

Through the good and bad.

I had many laughs and even fights – I had parents, friends and relatives

On that little island.

I remember a little girl that died, went to her funeral – her relatives were right by her side.

Playing music in my old classroom;

Students sneaking outta their dorms just to catch a tune.

Gotta keep the little kids in school

To learn about the politics of old men, guns and rich fools…