There’s a place
That I’ve found,
Where the weak
Become sound.
The broken hearted know the way.
They come to live another day.

CHORUS:
Livin’ Alive on the Island of Amelia.
The people there say this place will surely heal ya.
When I was lost and tired and needed, a new start,
Amelia left a light on in the dark,
Offered me a dance under the stars.

She would paint.
I would play.
Growing old,
And young each day.
She whispered handing me a flower,
“You’ve yet to see you’re finest hour.”

REPEAT CHORUS

Someday when I leave I’ll think how sad it would have been,
If I’d not been rescued by the real life heroes living in…..

REPEAT CHORUS

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