Honey

On the island of honey,
In a land of harps and rain,
Where the trees look like pompoms,
I feel the warm love of family,
On an overcast morning,
I have sun in my mind,
And strength in my soul,
I feel pride for my sister, my mother,
My father, my lover,
I feel whole,
And I feel at peace on my lonesome journey.


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