Treasure Island

Colin Coplin

(Australia)

Christopher Coplin (24/10/1962 - 02/11/1985)


What's this emptiness you've put inside
This lonely rush of time
Why did you have to leave
without a word goodbye

You spilt the wine, you broke the cup
A song or two remain
You could have had the world you know
Instead you left it pain

The teardrops fall, at last you're free
I hope your questions answered
Another time, another place
We shall be reunited

You left me, no you didn't leave
A memory remains
The only one I ever loved
I know you think that strange

The sound of life, it wispers now
A new born baby cries
Maybe it cries for you
A birth so you may die...

... sleep well Christopher.

Copyright Colin Coplin 1985

Submitted: Thursday, March 24, 2011
Edited: Saturday, March 26, 2011

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