Are you an island whose shores are strewn with glass? That I cannot approach for fear of losing my grasp On Reality, whose boundaries are our story And the key to their unlocking can only end in glory (Chorus) I am a traveller with maps of many colours The gates of dreams are open to me and many others My crying goes unheard Its reasons are unknown The only clue to its cause Is that I am still alone Are you an angel who soars high on golden wings? High above my consciousness who then begins to sing Believe in me, belief is all I ask Believe in yourself and then begin the task (Chorus) Are you an island whose shores are strewn with glass? That I cannot approach for fear of losing my grasp On Reality, whose boundaries are our story And the key to their unlocking can only end in glory (Chorus) Who has the key to your guarded heart? What must I do if we are meant to be apart? The guarded bridges of your thoughts Will fall one by one, until the way is open And the path to love is won, Until the way is open and the path to love is won copyright 2009 A L Roberts