All I need
Trapped all alone,
Deserted,
Without this one thing I can't make it
I land on an island,
With choice to take one thing with me,
I put it in my hand, and my hand on my heart
I knew that my decision was key
A handful is all I would need
I know i don't need a lot
Just enough for me
To keep going
I know my decision is the right one
So onwards I press
Filled without a trace of regrets
All other things are useless in comparison
Without it food becomes a thing not desired
Water becomes a chore to drink
And I would find myself too cold for any fire
And a blade will find itself facing the wrong way
History has shown that this one thing is a lifesource
And anyone without it is lifeless,
People with material things would trade their all for this
Because without it they would die within a matter of moments,
Hope,
Hard to find but easy to lose
With it I have the strength to do anything
A change of perspective can save a life
Trapped all alone,
Deserted,
With this one thing I can make it
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