Standing on the golden sand
Here I am on this foreign land.
A place that I do not know
But it seems that I have nowhere else to go.
Everywhere lays wood and plank.
It's useless, it is ruined with dank.
The ship is in pieces
my friends, my holiday in ceases.
Hovering trees
But here I am begging on my knees.
How did I get here
So riddled with fear.
How can I get home
In the distance I think I see a storm.
Quickly I need to run
But these wet clothes weigh a tonne.
I need to be warm
Before death travels with the swarm.
I'm desperate for food
even if it is crude.
I am tired
but my brain seems to be wired.
I need to stay awake
I have to fight the ache.
There's somewhere to hide
I have to be careful with every stride.
Still in sight is the ocean
it moves in a circular motion.
I need to be found
I refuse to let myself drowned.
Not a person in sight
I think I might be ready to give up the fight.
Days go by
I've done nothing but cry.
Nothing no one, but me
and the boring sea.
Is anyone looking
I'm hungry I need to start cooking.
The fire roars
my heart still pores.
I am stuck
this is just my luck.
When will it end
I could do with a friend.
I think the others are dead
or they have managed to fled.
But here I am trapped
I wish I had this place mapped.
Wait what is that
it is rounded and flat.
It is coming closer
please don't let this be a poser.
Here they are
they aren't even that far.
Am I being saved
for this moment I have craved.
I am being lifted from the ground
thank god, I have been found!
I am going home
free from this shipwrecked dome...
