My Sacred Island
Come to my sacred island where nothing matters
where mom and dad do not hold sway
and me and you can be bad if we need to
we can be naked and destroy the walls
and I can hunt sea creatures to roast on a fire
and you can make clothes out of leaves
we will never be sad or wish for something more
and when the storms roll in we will be safe in our happiness
and God will smile down and be glad
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