I am surrounded by water, there no place I can go.
No one around to talk to and no time to moan.
Stranded without cause, How did I get here?
All Alone, I might as well be ran over and smeared.
Walking along the Beach, the wind so breezy
I find that surviving on this island will not be easy.
Thinking about fish as time passes by.
Feeling sick, My stomach goes for a ride.
Looking at my reflection in the clear water.
Its as hideous as my attitude towards others.
Can someone as bad as me be given another chance.
It a long shot, it as impossible as a trip to France.
On this Island, I have gone through hell.
I pray to God to relieve me of this awful spell.
I know it will be some time to recover from this.
To give up is not an option, I will recover the thing I dearly miss.
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