Friends

People is what I want most,

On an island far away;

Someone who I can talk to,

Who will make feel okay.

I'd live my life under the sun, 

relax in the cool Carribean breeze;

As my friends all around me worked,

Our chance to escape they would sieze. 

Of course I would help them in their efforts,

To save us all from doom; 

But not without first getting a tan,

Under a palm tree in full bloom. 

But then together all of us would work,

Like one smooth, well oiled machine; 

To find a way back home,

And to once again dream in peace.