the virgin isle

all's i wanted was a night out
i prayed and waited patiently
for a fair lady to come
but the evening was a catastrophe
i spent the evening broke
i stole some money from the monolith
the illustrious ancestors tomb
but of the worst - it did not come
i surprised myself with what i had done
my life had lined itself up - ducks in a row
with a relationship, i had always dreamed
of the Virgin Isle
i enjoyed some peace of mind
and i was entralled with joy
i could not wish for a greater reflection
other than Christ's resurrection
for my own life - a disaster
metaphorically,
i was waiting for the money to arrive
i suppose high in heaven,
or far below,
in the bowls of history
they're drinking for the good
of mankind and and their fruitful bough
within the borders of our nation
i know Christians well!