Hold on to me - Jo Camilleri, Nick Smith

    we were dead on arrival
    safe home at last
    no cannon-fire dockside
    no flags half-mast
    we were sold out for silver
    and a string of black pearls
    on the loneliest island
    at the edge of the world
    like destiny's children
    souls lost at sea
    no room on the lifeboat
    you can hold on to me
    now the voyage is over
    we're back on dry land
    in our eyes are the stories the
    rope and the Brand

    Marco Giunco
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