Reverb Island
Thomas Giles Rogers
An interest sparks a mile mark, questions now fade
A conquered thought, soon suspend, a child parade
Feel nothing but certain relief
The journey breathes inside of us, can't remake
Wind and rain send us out. the path we take
Feel nothing but certain relief
Feel everything but what we feel
Content with nothing that is real
Sore out with the wind
Let it be heard, do not stop now