IN THIS FOREIGN LAND

I wish I were at the ocean,
so many miles away.
Releasing these frustrations,
that seem to fill my day.

Laying on the beach,
in a foreign land.
Soaking up the sun rays,
playing in the sand.

Taking in the waves,
as they come flooding in.
Soaking my whole body,
this place,I've never been.

Playing with the sea shells,
I found upon the sand.
Beside the beautiful ocean,
in this foreign land.

Watching all the people,
as they are passing by.
Strange as it may be,
I feel, that I could fly.

Maybe it's that drink,
while laying in the sand.
The drink, this man gave me,
while in this foreign land.

As I stroll along the beach,
I feel as though I'm free.
Free from all my troubles,
I no longer see.

As night falls upon the ocean,
I must leave the sand.
Go back to my home,
and leave this foreign land.

As I leave this place
inside my crazy mind.
it was the most beautiful place,
I could ever find.

I tried to leave my frustrations,
way back there in the sand.
At least I found some freedom,
while in that foriegn land.

Copyrights:JoyceWilbanksIvy©2004


This is my getaway from all these frustrations in my life today...