By Farah Naz
Where is the boat flowing
Where the wind is blowing
I think it is going to island
Where is all of sand
I wish that I would ever
On the boat flowing
Where the wind is blowing
But I would never
On that island
Were it is all of sand
And I would ever see
Ah meet that precious bee
And when I say it hay
It always said me buy
When I was walking
When was taking
I was very bored
And saying to the lord
Fro some food to eat
And a friend to meet
Published in Young Nation magazine on March 4, 2017