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Lost people on an island

Sitting and waiting for what ?

In the hot sun and the cold night

They have time to ponder their plight

For a short time they have to worry

For a short time they have to wait

In their thinking they have fear of failing

A failing that makes them think in a hurry

So they look to the sky and smile

They look to the sky and weep

They tremble with calm fear

For the tremble is under their feet

There is no way out , you know

Their last days are near

Should I feel sorrow, are relief

For they have failed and that is clear

I will miss them in a way

Mostly their songs and bright colours

But someday others may be birthed

Maybe they will make better, this island earth