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The setting on a desert isle
No life is to be found.
There is but silence in the air.
No movement nor a sound.
Now morning breaks and light it brings
And birds awake from sleep
But still there is the loneliness.
No children there to keep.
To have a friend you'd give the world.
You'd give your life as well.
But to live alone no-one to love
Is just like bloody hell.
A little hut made out of twigs.
My only home to go.
Outside a small camp fire burns,
Reflects it's golden glow.
I've been her now ten years one sole
Survivor in an airplane crash.
One day a ship will sight me here,
But 'til that day the years just pass.