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…