Coast of Madagascar

Tucked away in a cardboard box behind the attic door
 My chance to find a book of rhymes from a hundred years before
 Tales I read came to life like a sail in the breeze
 Lord Byron was my captain, and his pages were my seas
 And we'd sail across the water
 On the trade winds of time
 And off the coast of Madagascar
 We'd leave our misfortunes behind
 There was something about a princess held captive by her foes
 There was something in his verses that would not let me go
 And as stately galliants poised to fight, sails stretching at the seams
 I'd fall asleep in the light and drift off to dream
 My life is like a cardboard box filled with memories and rhymes
 I've lost track of the book I had but I can still recall his lines
 Lookin' back I have to smile as I let my pen run free
 For I was much too young to fathom the course he'd set for me