On an island in a black sea,
Standing here as lonely me;
Feeling as being on our own,
Stranded here and all alone.
No one else around to share,
Not like if others for to care;
What to do and where to go,
To understand for as to know.
No meaning within this life,
Building of anxiety and strife;
Since I have no way to learn,
Uncertain which way to turn.
But there must be another way,
To bring hope for me each day;
For this island is called earth,
Created to have a lot of worth.
A Creator who is Lord God,
A companion who I applaud;
Someone that I am able to say,
All my troubles to when I pray.
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