The Month Of June

The Month of June when I wrote this tune, I took time out to clear my mind, the words came easily they were so fine. You held me back from what I needed to do, you smothered me I was such a fool. But no more things have changed, I'm going to roam and look for a place to call my home. I no it's out there somewhere I've seen it in a dream, its across the water that blue devide, on an island that's got few people. There's a minister, a doctor, a vet and farmer too. There's an actor who dreams of life on the stage, but never could quite make it so became a recluse and stayed here on this island, the one in my dreams. I have to go now even though I'm afraid of leaving, if I stay it will be just like dreaming. The clock is ticking as I lay next to you, you look so peaceful I wonder what to do. But then I decide I creep out of bed, get washed and changed and then pack a bag. I have some breakfast its fast becoming light, I leave you a note then walk out that door to take flight. Its been a year to the day that I walked out on you, that month of June when I wrote my tune. I found my Island though not as I dreamt it, but still in love and have never regret it. I live here alone with two cats in my home. I ride a black horse he's a stallion ofcourse! As I sit here with my two cats by the fire, watching the flames get higher and higher. The cheery warm glow lets me no that as another night comes and a new day soon dawns Iam free now.